There is no sweeter fellowship with Christ than to bring our wounds and our sores to him.
Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.
Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.
We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.
My dear friend, venture to take the wind on your face for Christ.
I urge you a nearer communion with Christ, and a growing communion. There are curtains to be opened in Christ that we have never seen before... Therefore dig deep, and sweat, and labor. Take pains for Him, and set aside as much time as you can in each day for Him.