Quotes from Elisabeth Elliot

If God loves me, He´ll make me happy". Well, yes and no. Happy isn´t the word, really. It´s joy, a far better thing. Not a sentiment, not mere "feeling good", but something that can never be taken away.

The ways of the world exalt themselves against God. They sometimes look rational and appealing to the most ernest disciple but Christ says to us then what He said to His disciples long ago, when many of them had given u pin disgust, Do you also want to leave me? If we answer as PEter did, Lord to whom else shall we go? Your words are words of eternal life, our rebel thoughts are captured once more. The way of holiness is again visible.

cloth bundles, chickens, and baskets.

The unwillingness on the part of men and women to acknowledge their helpless dependence is a violation of our "creatureliness." The unwillingness to be obedient is a violation of our humanity. Both are declarations of independence and, whether physical or moral, are essentially atheistic. In both, the answer to the call is no.

We need Jesus Christ, our refuge, our fortress, the stronghold of my life. It takes desolation to teach us our need of Him.

Well, that's what faith is about, isn't it? If you really believe that somebody loves you then you trust them. The will of God is love. And love suffers. That's how we know what

Our major problems of acceptance and trust usually have to do with timing, because God's timetable is always different from ours. He wants me to wait in order to believe, in order to learn to put my faith in His timing.

A maneira como você mantém a sua casa, a maneira como você organiza seu tempo, os cuidados que você toma com sua aparência pessoal, as coisas com que você gasta o seu dinheiro, todos falam em voz alta sobre o que você acredita. A beleza da vossa paz brilha em uma vida ordenada. Uma vida desordenada fala em voz alta de desordem na alma.

My portion. My cup. My lot is secure. My heart can be at peace. My Father is in charge. How simple!

One morning I was reading the story of Jesus' feeding of the five thousand. The disciples could find only five loaves of bread and two fishes. "Let me have them," said Jesus. He asked for all. He took them, said the blessing, and broke them before He gave them out. I remembered what a chapel speaker, Ruth Stull of Peru, had said: "If my life is broken when given to Jesus, it is because pieces will feed a multitude, while a loaf will satisfy only a little lad.

Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God's story never ends with ashes.

God will see to it that we understand as much truth as we are willing to obey.

The real question we need to face is exactly what a Christian is supposed to do when terrible things happen. There are two choices, and only two: We can trust God or we can defy Him. We believe that God is God, He's still got the whole world in His hands and knows exactly what He's doing, or we must believe that He is not God and we are at the awful mercy of mere chance.

We are encompassed on all sides by the Almighty. "His tender mercies are over all His works," "steadfast love surrounds him who trusts in the Lord," and "underneath are the Everlasting Arms." Over, around, underneath. We are enfolded. Can you think of a safer place to be?

15 Well that sounds pretty brave and strong, doesn't it? But listen to the last stanza, "But not of us this strength, O Lord, and not of us this constancy. Our trust is Thine eternal Word, Thy presence our security.

When we wonder how God will do a thing this may spring from spiritual lust: I must have an explanation! We demand an answer when we ought to pray for a deeper confidence in Him who is the Answer. A simple heart, full of love for God, will soon learn what to do. Questions will be quieted.

God is in the business of making us walking, breathing examples of the invisible reality of the presence of Christ in us.

What we don't ha e now we don't need now. Possibly His very withholding is in order that the boy may learn, at this crucial juncture in his life, to turn to God in prayer for a deeply felt need.

I want to be free of self-pity. It is a tool of Satan to rot away a life.

Like the sparrow, I've got a song to sing. Unlike the sparrow, I must sing mine by faith.

Obedience to God is always possible. It is a deadly error to fall to the notion that when feelings are extremely strong we can do nothing but act on them.

Lord, deliver me from the urge to open my mouth when I should shut it. Give me the wisdom to keep silent where silence is wise. Remind me that not everything needs to be said, and that there are very few things that need to be said by me.

Strange—or is it?—that childish hopes should be answered in the will of God for this now?

You speak Quichua better than we do," said Wakcha, a proud young Indian who always wore a pith helmet, a sign of great prestige among his people. "You hear us too well. We are talking away, saying to ourselves, 'They do not hear,' and then you answer us!