But now, O Lord, Thou art our father;  we are the clay, and Thou our potter; and we all are the work of Thy hand.

Nothing is impossible for the devil to attempt:  nothing is impossible for the Lord to achieve; for greater is He that is in you than he that is in the world.

This is a plea for the gentle judgement of children and immature souls.

Suppose our minds had transparent skins so that our thoughts could be seen, what would be seen?

Do whatever you ought to do.  It may be extremely difficult, but do it, and put your trust in the Lord

We have no store of love at all.  We are not jugs, we are river-beds.

Am I tempted to be slack about my Quiet Times, or about something which nobody sees, but which weakens me?  Then the word for me is Hold on;  don’t be slack.  Be in earnest.

Could there be anything more joyful than to see Him and not be ashamed?

So let us be careful about our thinking. ‘It doesn’t matter what I think’ is a fatal word.  It does matter.

What sort of fruit shall I gather from the seed I am sowing today?