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.

Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.

Think it not hard if you get not your will, nor your delights in this life; God will have you to rejoice in nothing but himself.

Humility is a strange flower; it grows best in winter weather, and under storms of affliction.

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

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