Quotes About Surrender

His will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in your will! Don't let me go mad by poking about outside of it!

I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work. He will give us to do.

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me, I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily, Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, and I the under side. Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly, Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hand, As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned. (Anonymous)

God dealt with our whole situation on the cross; there is nothing left for you to settle. Just say to Him, "Lord, I cannot forgive and I will no longer try to do it; but I trust that You in me will do it. I can't forgive and love; but I trust that You will forgive and love in my place and that You will do these things in me.

Dear Jesus, I thank You that we must come with empty hands. I thank You that You have done all—all—on the cross, and that all we need in life or death is to be sure of this." Mama threw her arms around her and they clung together. But I stood rooted to the spot, knowing that I had seen a mystery.

There are no "ifs" in God's kingdom. I could hear her soft voice saying it. His timing is perfect. His will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in Your will! Don't let me go mad by poking about outside it.

My job was simply to follow His leading one step at a time, holding every decision up to Him in prayer.

This was evil's hour: we could not run away from it. Perhaps only when human effort had done its best and failed, would God's power alone be free to work.

I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do. I

Dear Jesus, I thank You that we must come with empty hands. I thank You that You have done all—all—on the cross, and that all we need in life or death is to be sure of this.

Lord Jesus, I offer myself for Your people. In any way. Any place. Any time.

Surrender to the Lord Jesus Christ must not be partial—but total. Only when we repent and turn away from our sins (using His power, of course) does He fill us with His Holy Spirit. The fruit of the Holy Spirit makes us right with God, and God's love in us makes us right with men. Through that we can forgive—even love—our enemies. Jesus Himself makes us ready for His coming.

Betsie, if I hadn't heard you in the kitchen—" But Betsie put a finger on my mouth. "Don't say it, Corrie! There are no 'ifs' in God's world. And no places that are safer than other places. The center of His will is our only safety—Oh Corrie, let us pray that we may always know it!" T

There are no "ifs" in God's kingdom. I could hear her soft voice saying it. His timing is perfect. His will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in Your will! Don't let me go mad by poking about outside

Lord, I give to You the way I feel about Karel, my thoughts about our future—oh, You know! Everything! Give me Your way of seeing Karel instead. Help me to love him that way. That much.

There were answers to this and all my hard questions—for now I was content to leave them in my father's keeping.

Whenever we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us the perfect way.

Corrie," he began gently, "when you and I go to Amsterdam—when do I give you your ticket?" I sniffed a few times, considering this. "Why, just before we get on the train." "Exactly. And our wise Father in heaven knows when we're going to need things, too. Don't run out ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need—just in time.

Show us. Show us how. It was said so mater of factly it took me a second to realize she was praying. More and more the distinction between prayer and the rest of life seemed to be vanishing for Betsie.

There are no "ifs" in God's kingdom. I could hear her soft voice saying it. His timing is perfect. Hi8s will is our hiding place. Lord Jesus, keep me in Your will! Don't let me go mad by poking about outside it.

Every day of my life had ended like this: that deep steady voice, that sure and eager confiding of us all to the care of God.

Some knowledge is too heavy . . . you cannot bear it . . . your Father will carry it until you are able.

Three times, he said, he had begged God to take away his weakness, whatever it was. And each time God had said, Rely on Me.

I don't know," she said softly. "But if God has shown us bad times ahead, it's enough for me that He knows about them. That's why He sometimes shows us things, you know—to tell us that this too is in His hands.