Lilias Trotter (1853-1928), a sketch in her journal   Lord, I thank Thee that Thy love constraineth me. I thank Thee that, in th...

Lilias Trotter (1853-1928), a sketch in her journal Love knocked on my door, yet my soul drew back, guilty of dust and sin. "Pl...

My mother went out to sow. And as she sowed, some seeds fell along the path. The birds came and devoured them. Other seeds fell on rocky gr...

A flower that stops short at its flowering misses its purpose. We were created for more than our own spiritual development; reproduction, n...

Excerpts from Parables of the Cross by Lilias Trotter. Look at this buttercup as it begins to learn its new lesson. The little hands of t...

Lilias Trotter, a journal entry , 20 December 1927. "I am come into deep waters" took on a new meaning this morning. It...

Lilias Trotter, The Miracle of Cana (13 February 1910) The prayer of a lump of clay. But thou art making me, I thank thee, sire...