Girlhood is the opening flower of womanhood. It has charms all its own. The wonderful change from the child to the woman, the marvelous blossoming of young, healthy girlhood, will ever be God's great miracle in life's garden. Like a half-open rose is girlhood.

"Giving all diligence." ...at its heart it really means, "with all speed." Do it right now! Promptly! Get it taken care of!... That is to say, I need to seek the Lord's help to live a virtuous life right now, when the test of my virtue is on me.

God can do no more than He has done. At the cross He judged the devil and overthrew him and his hosts.... Not only are we saved from sin on account of that death, but we are also saved from Satan.

God, in dealing with us, does not take away our humanity.... the work of God in the earth—His church overall and each member's individual walk with God—can be a perfect blend of the Divine and the human if we allow the Lord to have His way.

God is always giving us trials that are open doors. Every single trial we have is a chance to be an example, to show someone what Christ was like. Oh, dear sisters, take those privileges to be examples seriously! They are so important!

God made the world and all that is in it for a reason. He made us on purpose. When I do something "on purpose," I have a plan and a reason to do it. God has a plan and a reason for us. He wants us to walk with Him and be with Him, just like Jesus was.

God's face should be the first we see in the morning when we open our eyes. His voice should be the first we hear with its benediction of love and grace. He should be the first to whom we speak, lifting up our hearts in praise and in supplication.

God's kingdom isn't outward, so we can't put outward definitions on it.... It's about God moving and working. He's a living, active God. So a certain outward form might have been good for a season, but He might want to change things in the future.

God values your soul so highly that He gave His own Son to bear your sin and its penalty: to be reviled, defamed, cursed, put to shame and contempt, and slaughtered in crucifixion. What an immense price for your soul!

Greasy shut the book and lay it under his pillow. Rolling himself in his covers, he tried to sleep, but sleep would not come.... Over and over again rose the picture of how the two travelers on their knees had pled to be spared.