Christ never was in a hurry. There was no rushing forward, no anticipating, no fretting over what might be. Each day's duties were done as each day brought them, and the rest was left with God.

Why should I fear? I am on a Royal Mission. I am in the service of the King of kings.

Lord, the task is impossible for me but not for Thee. Lead the way and I will follow.

Prayer is the greatest power God has put into our hands for service - praying is harder than doing, at least I find it so, but the dynamic lies that way to advance the Kingdom.

When you think of the woman's power, you forget the power of the woman's God. I shall go on.

Blessed the man and woman who is able to serve cheerfully in the second rank - a big test.

Christ sent me to preach the gospel and he will look after the results.

If you are ever inclined to pray for a missionary, do it at once, wherever you are.

The secret of all failure is disobedience.

Oh Lord, I thank Thee that I can bring these people Thy Word. But Lord, there are other villages back in the jungle where no white man has gone. They need Jesus, too. Help me reach them!

If you play with temptation do not expect God will deliver you

Don't force to become the top, but loosen up to be the top....(as in don't try hard when people are before you but be glad... instead of working up your energy for the highest honor)

The devil's name is Dullness.

A rainbow is the product of physics working for your appreciation of beauty.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

I definitely do things on my terms, it may not seem that way but I actually do.

People who travel are always fugitives.

Opportunity is often missed because we are broadcasting when we should be tuning in

All of a sudden it felt like people were peering over my shoulder, wondering what I would write next. I was blocked for four years.

Sometimes too much tolerance can kill you. If you are tolerant of people poisoning themselves to death they will drag you down. They will ruin your life by being intentional obstacles to your dreams.

Wit is, in fact, the eloquence of indifference.