Grace tried is better than grace, and more than grace; it is glory in its infancy

You will not get to steal quietly into heaven, into Christ's company, without a conflict and a cross. I find crosses to be Christ's carved work that he marks out for us and that with crosses he portraits us to his own image, cutting away pieces of our ill and corruption. Lord cut - Lord carve - Lord wound - Lord do anything that may perfect thy Father's image in us and make us ready for glory.

Grace grows best in winter.

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.

Since He looked upon me my heart is not my own. He hath runaway to heaven with it.

I find it most true that the greatest temptation outside of hell is to live without temptations; if water stands, it rots; faith is the better for the sharp winter storm in its face and grace withers without adversity. The devil is but God's master fencer to teach us to handle our weapons.

The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.