One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.
Some people's lives would drastically change if they would obey God as strictly as they obey their doctors.
When I understand that everything happening to me is to make me more Christlike, it resolves a great deal of anxiety.
You can delegate many things, but prayer is not one of them.
If worship bores you, you are not ready for heaven.
To pray without expectation is to misunderstand the whole concept of prayer and relationship with God.
Christian liberty is freedom from sin, not freedom to sin.
Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land, And giv'st me for my bushel sowne Twice ten for one. All this, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart.
Don't bother Me with promises. Vows are cheaply manufactured, come with no guarantees. Don't bother to say you love me. The word is indefinable. Joy to some, heartbreak to others, depending on circumstance. There is evidence that the emotion can make a person live longer, evidence it can kill you early. I think it's akin to a deadly disease. Or at least some exotic fever. Catch it, and you'd better, quick, swallow some medication to use as a weapon against the fire ravaging body and soul.
To turn ordinary clothes into gardening clothes, simply mix with compost.
I always let the characters guide the stories. They really let me know what they want to say and what action they want to happen.