After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.
Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short.
Christ has no velvet crosses.
Grace grows best in winter.
I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself.
Show yourself a Christian by suffering without murmuring. In patience possess your soul - they lose nothing who gain Christ.