To Talk With God, No Breath Is

I See That I Am Inwardly Fashioned For Faith And Not For Fear. Fear Is Not My Native Land; Faith Is. I Am So Made That Worry And Anxiety Are Sand In The Machinery Of Life; Faith Is Oil. I Live Better By Faith And Confidence Than By Fear And Doubt And Anxiety. In Anxiety And Worry My Being Is Gasping For Breath - These Are Not My Native Air. But In Faith And Confidence I Breath Freely - These Are My Native Air.

Christ Is Everywhere And He Is In Me. What More Do I Want, Except More Of Him?

A Rattlesnake, If Cornered Will Become So Angry It Will Bite Itself. That Is Exactly What The Harboring Of Hate And Resentment Against Others Is -- A Biting Of Oneself. We Think We Are Harming Others In Holding These Spites And Hates, But The Deeper Harm Is To Ourselves.

When You Pray, You Begin To Feel The Sense Of Being Sent.

The Opponent Strikes You On Your Cheek, And You Strike Him On The Heart By Your Amazing Spiritual Audacity In Turning The Other Cheek. You Wrest The Offensive From Him By Refusing To Take His Weapons, By Keeping Your Own, And By Striking Him In His Conscience From A Higher Level. He Hits You Physically, And You Hit Him Spiritually.