God has no favorites.

God's hand never slips.

... our little things are all big to God's love; our big things are all small to His power.

God wants us along for the victory, but it is His fight.

He doesn't want to give you anything less than Himself.

God strikes with his finger, and not with all his arm.

God's mill grinds slow, but sure.

God gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into the nest.

God reigneth. All is well!

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.