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

Christ has no velvet crosses.

My faith has no bed to sleep upon but omnipotence.

But the way to overcome is by patience, forgiving and praying for your enemies, in doing whereof you heap coals upon their heads, and your Lord shall open a door to you in your trouble: wait upon Him, as the night watch waiteth for the morning. He will not tarry. Go up to your watch-tower, and come not down, but by prayer, and faith, and hope, wait on.

To believe Christ's cross to be a friend, as he himself is a friend, is also a special act of faith

When I look to my guiltiness, I see that my salvation is one of our Saviour's greatest miracles, either in heaven or earth.

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