Streams in the Desert, with Mrs. Charles Cowman Archives

It hurt me indeed that I could ever have murmured against anything wrought by Him who bare such sacred tokens of His love.

Faith, walking in the dark with God, only prays Him to clasp its hand more closely.

When opportunity comes, He can fit them into their place in a moment, and the world will wonder where they came from.

True faith drops its letter in the post office box, and lets it go.