I wonder many times that ever a child of God should have a sad heart, considering what their Lord is preparing for them.

After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.

O, what I owe to the file, the hammer, and the furnace of the Lord Jesus! I know that he is no idle husbandman - he purposes a crop.

It is the Lord's kindness that he will take the scum off us in the fire. Who know how needful winnowing is to us and what dross we have before we enter the kingdom of God? So narrow is the entry to heaven that our knots, lumps of pride, self-love, idol-love, and world-love must be hammered off us, that we may stoop low and creep through into that narrow entry.

In our fluctuations of feelings, it is well to remember that Jesus admits no change in His affections; your heart is not the compass Jesus saileth by.

The secret formula of the saints: When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.

He who duly esteemeth Christ, is a noble bidder, and so a noble and liberal buyer.