By F.B. Meyer
There is all the difference between a will which is extinguished and one which is surrendered. God does not demand that our wills should be crushed out, like the sinews of a fakir’s unused arms. He only asks that they should say Yes to Him.
The perpetual filling of the Holy Spirit is only possible to those who obey Him, and who obey Him in all things. There is nothing trivial in this life. By the neglect of slight commands, a soul may speedily get out of the sunlit circle and lose the gracious plentitude of Spirit-power.
God is pledged to give strength for all duties which He sets, but not for the burdens which we elect to take on as well.
We become weak by continual contact with our fellows; but in loneliness and solitude, wherein we meet God, we become strong.
Selfishness of every kind, in its activities or its introspection, is a hurtful thing, and shuts out the help and love of God.
God does not hold us responsible for what we feel, but for what we will. In His sight we are not what we feel, but what we will.
Sorrow is a garden, the trees of which are laden with the peaceable fruits of righteousness; do not leave it without bringing them with you.
Divine power pours into the spirit which is lifted up to Him in prayer and trust. Angel hands are stretched out to hold back the erring feet. A holy garrison is put inside the weak and trembling nature to hold it against the foe.
Sorrow is a refiner’s crucible.
The pure in heart still see God, and to those who love Him, and do His commandments, He still manifests Himself as He does not to the world.
Our standing in Jesus changes not. It is like Himself--the same yesterday, to-day, and forever.
Every crocus pushing through the dark mould; every firefly in the forest; every bird that springs up from its nest before your feet; everything that is--all are as full of God’s presence as the bush which burned with His fire.
Life must be centred in Christ if it is to be concentric with all the circles of heaven’s bliss.
Repentance is an act of the will—in its beginning there may be no sense of gladness or reconciliation with God.
If we are precisely where our heavenly Father would have us to be, we are perfectly sure that He will provide food and raiment, and everything beside.
Sorrow opens our eyes, and bids us see visions within the vail, which cannot be described by those who have not wept.
If you do not know what you ought to do, stand still until you do.
That calm, unmurmuring, unreviling patience, which made the Lamb of God dumb before His shearers, is ours.
It is when water stands that it becomes pellucid, and reveals the pebbly beach below. Be still, and know that God is within thee and around! In the hush of the soul the unseen becomes visible, and the eternal real. The eye dazzled by the sun cannot detect the beauties of its pavilion till it has had time to rid itself of the glare.
What the full stream is to the mill-wheel, that the Holy Spirit is to the Church.
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