Faith has to do with things that are not seen and hope with things that are not at hand.
How blind men are to Heaven's gifts!
All of us suffer some injuries from experiences that seem to have no rhyme or reason. We cannot understand or explain them. We may never know why some things happen in this life. The reason for some of our suffering is known only to the Lord.
God is always good and we are always loved... even when what He gives may appear ugly.
Often when He comes, He finds the soul occupied. Other guests are there, and He has to turn away. He cannot gain entry, for we love and desire other things; therefore, His gifts, which He is offering to everyone unceasingly, must remain outside.
God grants us not always what we ask so as to bestow something preferable.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.
The real hope is not in something we think we can do, but in God, who is making something good out of it in some way we cannot see.
In the midst of the shopping and the wrapping and the arranging of presents under your tree this Christmas, may you not forget the gifts you cannot yet hold in your hands.
I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.
All of us are far richer than we imagine. None of us possesses a life devoid of magic.
All the doors that I had to close. All the things I knew but I didn't know. Thank God for all I missed. 'Cause it led me here to this.
God rarely allows a person to see how great a blessing he is to others.
