Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day.
I don't know how, but I know Who
Make no mistake: Satan’s specialty is psychological warfare. If he can turn us on God (“It’s not fair!”), or turn us on others (“It’s their fault!”), or turn us on ourselves (“I’m so stupid!”), we won’t turn on him. If we keep fighting within ourselves and losing our own inner battles, we’ll never have the strength to stand up and fight our true enemy.
Let your light shine today, and let your personality blossom, too. You don't have to be a people-pleaser, just a people-lover.
We want Christ to hurry and calm the storm. He wants us to find him in the midst of it first.
It's never fun when we're in the midst of the storm. But when we land someplace we know we never could have found on our own, it is a beautiful thing.
Faith is not believing in my own unshakable belief. Faith is believing an unshakable God when everything in me trembles and quakes.
If I could put my hand on the north star, would it be as beautiful? The sea is lovely, but when we bathe in it the beauty forsakesall the near water. For the imagination and senses cannot be gratified at the same time.
Fear is the only true enemy, born of ignorance and the parent of anger and hate.
Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold.
I read Betty Smith's "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn," all of Shirley Jackson's books, which I loved.