When a man loses heart, he loses everything. To keep one’s heart in the midst of life’s stream and to maintain an undiscourageable front in the face of its difficulties is not an achievement that springs from anything that a laboratory can demonstrate or that logic can affirm. It is an achievement of faith.

If you lose your sky, you will soon lose your earth.

From under the juniper tree Elijah is called into an audience with the King of Kings. While listening to his own defeated wail, the accents of the still small Voice fall upon his weary ear. God refused him his unworthy request; rested him from his service; reminded him that he was still needed; and returned him to his work. He thought his work was done and that life had left him in the shadows. God says: “No, I am commissioning you to go forth and anoint kings and prophets, and climax the service of other days.”

Not till His hour strikes is our day done; as long as we live, we serve the King!

The tempter is always ready to take advantage of a time of weariness and reaction.

He loves to fish in troubled waters.

Juniper trees make poor sanctuaries.

It is good to have things settled by faith, before they are unsettled by feeling.

A rebuke is often a blessing in disguise. Elijah needed this form of address in order to arouse him to an understanding of his causeless fear. Such a one as he has no right to be fitful and repining. If he will go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, instead of hiding away in a cave, he will find new inspiration in a new vision of His power!

When we are living on earth’s low levels we fail to catch the inspiring visions of God which are the true support of the prophetic life. We must come out into the sunshine and make the ascent of the mountain if we would discern those evidences of God’s power which are always available for the re-creation of faith and courage.

The golden-crested wren is one of the tiniest of birds; it is said to weigh only the fifth part of an ounce; and yet, on frailest pinions, it braves hurricanes and crosses northern seas.

It often seems in nature as though Omnipotence works but through the frailest organisms; certainly the Omnipotence of grace is seen to the greatest advantage in the trembling but resolute saint.

On the American prairies the butterflies start westward in their migrations and make steady progress though the wind is against them and the sea in front. The delicate butterflies rebuke me.

Step out on the waves That would crush you! Step out in the storm That would hush you! And you will find, As you touch the crest You feared so much, And walk on its breast, There was One walking there, The whole night through, Walking, watching, Waiting—for you!