People used to behave morally because they thought God was always watching - in some ways God today is the collective, and the collective is watching.
I have learned to hold all things loosely, so God will not have to pry them out of my hands.
Worry is an old man with bended head, carrying a load of feathers which he thinks are lead.
Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do.
There are no 'ifs' in God's Kingdom. His timing is perfect. His will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in Your will! Don't let me go mad by poking about outside it.
Although the threads of my life have often seemed knotted, I know, by faith, that on the other side of the embroidery there is a crown.
There is no pit so deep, that God's love is not deeper still.
I don't have the luxury of making clothes just to make an effect. It can't be something totally frivolous, because my distributors have to have a successful season, too.
Sometimes it seems especially difficult to submit to "great tribulation" when we look around and see others seemingly much less obedient who triumph even as we weep. But time is measured only unto man, says Alma (see Alma 40:8), and God has a very good memory.
I'd much prefer to hear somebody like Ed Thigpen [drummer with New York session group Stuff, and featured on innumerable hits] take a solo. I mean, that's what it is. I'd much rather hear that than the jazzrock thing because it's blowing an aspect of jazz that I really like. . . the level where you can snap your fingers to it and you can groove to it. You can do anything to it.
Doubt is the big machine. It grinds up the delusions of women and men.