Streams in the Desert, with Mrs. Charles Cowman Archives

The fire did not arrest their motion; they walked in the midst of it.

Why do I run to this neighbor and that when God is so near and will hear my faintest call?

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.