At Home in Mitford

Lord, make me a blessing to someone today.

The firefly only shines when on the wing, So it is with us--when we stop, we darken.

Well, I'm going to church. But i've got to tell you that it's full of hypocrites. My friend, if you keep your eyes on Christians, you will be disappointed every day of your life. Your hope is to keep your eyes on Christ.

Are you reading your Bible?" Ah, well...I was." And then you quit." You got it." Then, you can expect to be weak on one of your flanks, and that's precisely where the Enemy will come after you with a vengeance.

Sorrow and joy, he thought, so inextricably entwined that he could scarcely tell where one left off and the other began.

But “common sense is not faith,” Oswald Chambers had written, “and faith is not common sense.

Father, make me a blessing to someone today, through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Go, and be as the butterfly

Thank you, God, for loving me, and for sending your Son to die for my sins. I sincerely repent of my sins, and receive Christ as my personal savior. Now, as your child, I turn my entire life over to you. Amen.

Father, he prayed silently, thank you for sending this boy into my life. Thank you for the joy and the sorrow he brings. Be with him always, to surround him with right influences, and when tests of any kind must come, give him wisdom and strength to act according to your will. Look over his mother, also, and the other children, wherever they are. Feed and clothe them, keep them from harm, and bring them one day into a full relationship with your Son.

Mitford would simply like to be the pause that refreshes.’

Did I tell you how much I liked your sermon on Sunday?” “You did not, or I would have remembered it.” “Well, it was glorious. You were very bold, I thought, to preach on sin. Hardly anyone wants to hear sin preached.” “Mainstream Christianity glosses over the fact that it isn’t just a question of giving up sin, but of doing something far more difficult—giving up our right to ourselves.” He made the turn onto the busy highway toward Wesley, which always, somehow, seemed a shock to his senses. “The sin life in us must be transformed into the spiritual life.” “How?” “Through sacrifice and obedience.” She smiled ironically. “How do you think that will be received by those of us who come to sit in a comfortable pew and find a hot seat instead? “They’ll just have to go across the street until I’ve finished preaching on that particular subject.” She laughed with delight. “You’re different these days.” He laughed with her. “I pray so,” he said.

Knitting, he thought, was a comfort to the soul.

My friend, if you keep your eyes on Christians, you will be disappointed every day of your life. Your hope is to keep your eyes on Christ.” “Yes,

Boldly! That was the great and powerful key. Preach boldly! Love boldly! Jog boldly! And most crucial of all, do not approach God whining or begging, but boldly—as a child of the King. “I

Do you like the fall of the year?” The man gave an odd laugh. “Why?” “One of the things that makes a dead leaf fall to the ground is the bud of the new leaf that pushes it off the limb. When you let God fill you with His love and forgiveness, the things you think you desperately want to hold on to start falling away . . . and we hardly notice their passing.” The

For one thing, telling a lie is like eating peanuts. One leads to another. In no time at all, you’ve gone through a bagful.” He rinsed the razor under the tap. “Worst of all, you become a slave to something that isn’t real.

Bodily fatigue, which nearly always accompanies this hateful malady, can wear down the spirit. And how can the Holy Spirit work with a vessel that’s leaking as fast as he can fill it? “If

That way, you two can get to know

I like what E. B. White said: ‘A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.

Fear is one of the Enemy’s deadliest strategies.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower,’ ” he quoted from Blake. “ ‘Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour,’ ” she replied.

The sin life in us must be transformed into the spiritual life.” “How?” “Through sacrifice and obedience.

everybody is trying to swallow something that won’t go down

Faith by its very nature must be tried... what God does with our faith must be something like workouts. He sees it to that our faith gets mushed and pulled, stretched and pounded, taken to it's limits so its limits can expand... If it doesn't get exercised, it becomes like a weak muscle that fails us when we need it.

I’m th’ roughest ol’ cob you ever seen when it comes t’ mindin.’ That’s why I’ve fought th’ Lord s’ long, it meant mindin’ ’im if I was t’ foller ’im. It’s about wore me out, fightin’ ’im. Not t’ say I don’t respect ’im, I do. But I don’t want t’ mind ’im.