It's Hard To Steer A Parked Car.

Father, Let Me Be Weak That I Might Loose My Clutch On Everything Temporal. My Life, My Reputation, My Possessions, Lord, Let Me Loose The Tension Of The Grasping Hand. Even, Father, Would I Lose The Love Of Fondling. How Often I Have Released A Grasp Only To Retain What I Prized By 'harmless' Longing, The Fondling Touch. Rather, Open My Hand To Received The Nail Of Calvary, As Christ's Was Opened- That I, Releasing All, Might Be Released, Unleashed From All That Binds Me Now. He Thought Heaven, Yea, Equality With God, Not A Thing To Be Clutched At. So Let Me Release My Grasp.

Rest In This - It Is His Business To Lead, Command, Impel, Send, Call... It Is Your Business To Obey, Follow, Move, Respond.

The Will Of God Is Always A Bigger Thing Than We Bargain For.

He Is No Fool Who Gives What He Cannot Keep To Gain What He Cannot Lose.

Eternity Shall Be At Once A Great Eye-opener And A Great Mouth-shutter.