The devil is but a whetstone to sharpen the faith and patience of the saints.-

I live no more, but Christ liveth in me!

Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.

I know you are in grief and heaviness; and if it were not so, you might be afraid, because then your way would not be so like the way that our Lord saith leadeth to the New Jerusalem. Sure I am, if you knew what were before you, or if you saw some glances of it, you would, with gladness, swim through the present floods of sorrow, spreading forth your arms out of desire to be at land.

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.

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

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