“In our blindness we approach Him with suspicious reserve. We ask how much of our fun He intends to spoil, how much He will demand from us… If we had the least notion of His loving-kindness and tender mercy… His generosity, His beautiful plans for us; if we knew how patiently He waits for our turning to Him, how gently He means to lead us to green pastures and still waters, how carefully He is preparing a place for us, how ceaselessly He is ordering and ordaining and engineering His Master Plan for our good — it we had any inkling of all this, could we be reluctant to let go of our smashed dandelions or whatever we clutch so fiercely?”
— Elisabeth Elliot