Quotes About Faith

Although I doubt He [Jesus] said "believeth" as He was Jewish and not a fancy-pants English fellow.

Jesus, do you always show up like this, at the craziest of times and in the oddest of places? I sure hope so.

But the true miracle of the resurrection wasn't so much the raising. Is something like that too hard for the God who made the universe? The true miracle is in the forgiving. And though we are bruised and burned, blind and broken, we are forgiven.

Great Drew, you're sitting here about to beg Daisy's forgiveness & you wont even give your own father the time of day. Mother Teresa once said, "You only love Christ as much as the person you love the least." Sometimes I can't stand that woman.

God wasn't giving me a megaphone. He was telling me to shut up. To be still and know.

Man, I wish God wasn't starting to shake us up like this. Wouldn't it just be easier to care about stuff like dinnerware, golf, school uniforms, and getting to that new resturant that just opened?

Jesus was always at the wheel, but he's not particularly cautious. In fact, he takes hairpin turns at seventy miles per hour if you want to know the truth of it. But as he is God, I've always figured he knows how to drive better than I do.

It's not so easy to dismiss people you disagree with when you sense God working in their lives too. Later,

They do that, you know. Miracles do. Even in the rainiest of seasons, they break through with their sparks of light and life. You just have to make up your mind not to concentrate on the rain.

But I've come to believe ... to think ... well, all God asks of us is to do our best, from morning until night. He does not expect us to do things that only He can accomplish, only what we've been given to do, and to trust Him with the rest.

But watching you and {him}, Ket ... you've made me realize that I want to be open to how God leads. To whomever He might guide my heart, whether it be Duncan or some other man. Because watching you ... heal? Blossom in the shelter of {his} love?' She shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. 'That has been the best blessing of all since arriving here.

If I live in fear of what might be, how can I truly live my life to the full in the present? And if I do not give myself to the day, to hope, to life, what do I miss?

I believe it is always possible to draw closer to our Lord, whether it be during times of suffering or during times of celebration. It is all life, and all of life comes from God.

We all belong to Him, from the cradle to the grave, whether we know it or not. And He'll see justice done in His own time and in His own way. Now if we trust in Him, that's all we have to think about. I'm not saying it's easy. I'm just saying it's what I think we're go do.

There is no place for fear, Ailith," Niero said, easily reading it in our faces. "Guard against it. The presence of fear denies the power of the Maker and invites the enemy to use it for his own purposes. And where the Maker sends us, we are to go in complete trust. We have been called." He put out his hand, using the leading phrase our trainer had always used. We all placed our hands atop his. "And we shall answer," we said as one.

Fear is not of the Lord. It is of the Enemy. Do not give in to it.

God," she said, her tone gently reproving, "brought Mr.Kensington to you, and with him, a world of potential. As I see it, each of our lives is a journey, Miss Cora. A path that takes us over the mountain or down through a dark valley. But He never abandons us. Never. That is how He cares for us - walking with us every step of the way.

Sometimes fear is something we must battle through. Other times it's something the Lord gives us to warn us to take heed.

And isn't part of your life doing something with the gifts God has given you?

God calls us to life, to love, to healing. We merely have to find our way home.

For the first time that day, I felt as if I could breathe. As if this, this was what God was leading me to. Waiting, abiding, resting. Enjoying what was rather than fearing what might be or resenting what had come before.

Fear and worry are the antithesis of faith, are they not? Every time I give in to concern about tomorrow, even my next hour, I rob this hour, this day if strength, peace. The Maker holds all my days. Do I trust him with them or not?

I smiled. He had come for me. Saved me. How many times would this man save my life?

How much did we do in life that was the result of what others around us demanded? Rather than what God was calling us to do?