God, as a loving Father, will stretch our souls at times. The soul is like a violin string: it makes music only… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Thus it is that our faith and trust in our Heavenly Father, so far as this mortal experience is concerned, consists not… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Our God does not indulge us, but He is merciful toward our weaknesses as He strives to tutor us. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Clearly, when we baptize, our eyes should gaze beyond the baptismal font to the holy temple. The great garner into which the sheaves should… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
We should not assume; however, that just because something is unexplainable by us, it is unexplainable. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Naive optimism and pervasive pessimism are both to be avoided, therefore. It's not an easy balance to maintain, to be asked to work away… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Occasionally some individuals let the seeming ordinariness of life dampen their spirits. Though actually coping and growning, others lack the quiet, inner-soul satisfaction that… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The acceptance of the reality that we are in the Lord's loving hands is only a recognition that we have never really been anywhere… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
We can't dwell upon another's ingratitude without using up our time and talents unprofitably. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The winds of tribulation, which blow out some men's candles of commitment, only fan the fires of faith of others. — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
Frequently, we busily search for group service projects, which are surely needed and commendable, when quiet, personal service is also urgently needed. Sometimes the… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
The cumulative weight of all mortal sins--past, present, and future--pressed upon that perfect, sinless, and sensitive Soul! All our infirmities and sicknesses were somehow,… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
“When we feel so alone, we cannot presume to teach him who, at the apogee of his agony, trod “the winepress alone” anything about… — Neal A. Maxwell Copy Share Image
