Grieve Not, Then, If Your

Wherever You Are, Be All There! Live To The Hilt Every Situation You Believe To Be The Will Of God.

God Deliver Me From The Dread Asbestos Of “other Things.” Saturate Me With The Oil Of The Spirit That I May Be Aflame.

Ninety-five Percent Of Our Wool Is Going To China.

Singleness, Simplicity, Is Required Of Me. One Treasure, A Single Eye, And A Sole Master!

Ah, How Many Marahs Have Been Sweetened By A Simple, Satisfying Glimpse Of The Tree And The Love Which Underwent Its Worst Confict There. Yes, The Cross Is The Tree That Sweetens The Waters. 'love Never Faileth.