“The ground of mercy is love, and the working of mercy is our keeping in love.”

Because of the Shewing I am not good but if I love God the better: and in as much as ye love God the better, it is more to you than to me.

When we, by the working of mercy and grace, be made meek and mild, we are fully safe; suddenly is the soul oned to God when it is truly peaced in itself: for in Him is found no wrath.

God is our clothing, that wraps, clasps and encloses us so as to never leave us.

Cheerful givers do not count the cost of what they give. Their hearts are set on pleasing and cheering the person to whom the gift is given.

The love that made Him to suffer passeth as far all His pains as Heaven is above Earth.

He shall appear suddenly and blissfully to all that love Him.

It is most impossible that we should beseech mercy and grace, and not have it.

Pray, even if you feel nothing, see nothing. For when you are dry, empty, sick or weak, at such a time is your prayer most pleasing to God, even though you may find little joy in it. This is true of all believing prayer.

Every act of kindness and compassion done by any man for his fellow Christian is done by Christ working within him.

He that is highest and worthiest was most fully made-nought and most utterly despised.

This is our Lord’s will… that our prayer and our trust be, alike, large.

Our Lord is the ground from whom our prayer grows and in his love and grace he himself gives us our prayers.

For our soul is so preciously loved of him that is highest, that it over-passeth the knowing of all creatures.

He that made all things for love, by the same love keepeth them, and shall keep them without end.

All that is contrary to love and peace is of the Fiend and of his part.

It needeth us to have knowing of the littleness of creatures and to hold as nought all-thing that is made, for to love and have God that is unmade.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.

If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!

Just like a flower, we blossom and transform with the proper sunlight, a balanced amount of water, enough fresh air and when we are firmly planted in the ground.

Let’s stick something in the ground and not pretend that it’s perfect.

Shit on the ground pretty much sums it up.

City light appears as stars on the ground, but creates an illusion, of an ideal city that never existed, hides the dark & dusty secrets.

And remember love. In order to plant seeds in the ground, you have to break the earth.

He lit my soul like a wildfire and it burned me to the ground.