Elisabeth Elliot Quotes - Page 6

I will offer to Him both my tears and my exultation. Nothing we offer to Him will be lost.

We are not meant to die merely in order to be dead. God could not want that for the creatures to whom He has given the breath of life. We die in order to live.

Loneliness itself is material for sacrifice. The very longings themselves can be offered to Him who understands perfectly. The transformation into something He can use for the good of others takes place only when the offering is put into his hands.

Unless a man is prepared to ask a woman to be his wife, what right has he to claim her exclusive attention? Unless she has been asked to marry him, why would a sensible woman promise any man her exclusive attention? If, when the time has come for a commitment, he is not man enough to ask her to marry him, she should give him no reason to presume that she belongs to him.

It would seem that unless we see through and beyond the physical, we shall not even see the physical as we ought to see it: as the very vehicle for the glory of God

Either we are adrift in chaos or we are individuals, created, loved, upheld and placed purposefully, exactly where we are. Can you believe that? Can you trust God for that?

But the things that we feel most deeply we ought to learn to be silent about, at least until we have talked them over thoroughly with God.

No one whose first concern is feeling good can be a disciple. We are called to carry a cross and to glorify God.

We never know what God has up His sleeve. You never know what might happen; you only know what you have to do now.

In whatever God does in the course of our lives, he gives us, through the experience, some power to help others.

Are you afraid? Remember the "fear nots" of the Bible.

God gives all God asks all

I took it for granted that there must be a few men left in the world who had that kind of strength. I assumed that those men would also be looking for women with principle. I did not want to be among the marked-down goods on the bargain table, cheap because they’d been pawed over. Crowds collect there. It is only the few who will pay full price. "You get what you pay for.

The way we live ought to manifest the truth of what we believe. A messy life speaks of a messy and incoherent faith.

Think of this- we may live together with Him here and now, a daily walking with Him who loved us and gave Himself for us.

Muddled thinking inevitably results in muddled living

O God, I confess I am not worthy to rock that little babe or wash its diapers, or to be entrusted with the care of a child and its mother. How is it that I without any merit have come to this distinction of being certain that I am serving thy creature and thy most precious will? Oh, how gladly will I do so. Though the duty should be even more insignificant and despised, neither frost nor heat, neither drudgery nor labor will distress me for I am certain that it is thus pleasing in thy sight.

One step at a time, over the years, as I sought to plumb the mystery of suffering (which cannot be plumbed), I began to see that there is a sense in which everything is a gift. Even my widowhood.

Is the distinction between living for Christ and dying for Him so great? Is not the second the logical conclusion of the first?

But the question to precede all others, which finally determines the course of our lives is What do I really want? Was it to love what God commands, in the words of the collect, and to desire what He promises? Did I want what I wanted, or did I want what He wanted, no matter what it might cost?

A broken heart is a reminder of our only source of power.

God is God. I dethrone Him in my heart if I demand that he act in ways that satisfy my idea of justice.

Praise and glory to God for whom nothing is too hard

Women still dream and hope, pin their emotions on some man who doesn't reciprocate, and end up in confusion.

Of all things difficult to rule, none were more so than my will and affections.