Got any rivers they say are uncrossable, Got any mountains they say “can’t tunnel through”? We specialize in the wholly impossible, Doing the things they say you can’t do. song of the Panama Canal builders.

A hero is not fed on sweets, Daily his own heart he eats; Chambers of the great are jails, And head winds right for royal sails. Ralph Waldo Emerson.

The hour is desperately dark; your flame is needed.

If we would only move straight ahead in faith, the path would be opened for us. But we stand still, waiting for the obstacle to be removed, when we ought to go forward as if there were no obstacles at all.

No one wins the greatest victory until he has walked the winepress of woe.

When crew and captain understand each other to the core, It takes a gale and more than a gale to put their ship ashore; For the one will do what the other commands, although they are chilled to the bone; And both together can live through weather that neither could face alone. KIPLING.

A drying well will often lead the spirit to the river that flows from the throne of God.

When I cannot feel the faith of assurance, I live by the fact of God’s faithfulness. Matthew Henry.

This is one of the dangers of sorrow: that in our grief for those who are gone we lose our interest in those who are living, and slacken our zeal in the work which is allotted to us.

He who puts the natural instinct in the heart of a bird to fly across a continent in search of a warmer climate is too good to deceive it. Just as we are confident He placed the instinct within the bird, we can be assured He has also provided balmy breezes and springlike sun to meet it when it arrives.