I often think that God must have been looking for someone small enough and weak enough for Him to use, and that He found me.

It is the consciousness of the threefold joy of the Lord, His joy in ransoming us, His joy in dwelling within us as our Saviour and Power for fruitbearing and His joy in possessing us, as His Bride and His delight; it is the consciousness of this joy which is our real strength. Our joy in Him may be a fluctuating thing: His joy in us knows no change.

To every toiling, heavy-laden sinner, Jesus says, Come to me and rest. But there are many toiling, heavy-laden believers, too. For them this same invitation is meant. Note well the words of Jesus, if you are heavy-laden with your service, and do not mistake it. It is not, Go, labor on, as perhaps you imagine. On the contrary, it is stop, turn back, Come to me and rest. Never, never did Christ send a heavy laden one to work; never, never did He send a hungry one, a weary one, a sick or sorrowing one, away on any service. For such the Bible only says, Come, come, come.

Not infrequently our GOD brings His people into difficulties on purpose that they may come to know Him as they could not otherwise do.

Brother, if you would enter that Province, you must go forward on your knees.

But how to get faith strengthened? Not by striving after faith, but by resting on the Faithful One.

It is not so much the greatness of our troubles, as the littleness of our spirit, which makes us complain.