Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.
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.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. And after every storm, there comes clear, open skies.
Christ has no velvet crosses.
After every storm, there comes clear open skies.
I see Christ's love is so kingly, that it will not abide a marrow it must have a throne all alone in the soul.