"To trust in spite of the look of being forsaken; to keep crying out into the vast, whence comes no returning voice, and where seems no hearing; to see the machinery of the world pauselessly grinding on as if self-moved, caring for no life, nor shifting a hairbreadth for all entreaty, and yet to believe God is awake and utterly loving; to desire nothing but what comes meant for us from His hand, to wait patiently, ready to die of hunger, fearing only lest faith should fail--such is the victory that overcometh the world, such is faith indeed."
--George MacDonald
- posted by jennifer joy staab @ 7:21 AM