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

Build your nest in no tree here...for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished..

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..

There is no sweeter fellowship with Christ than to bring our wounds and our sores to him..

Believe God's love and power more than you believe your own feelings and experiences. Your rock is Christ, and it is not the rock that ebbs and flows….

I have been benefited by praying for others; for by making an errand to God for them I have gotten something for myself..

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 ….

I find it most true that the greatest temptation outside of hell is to live without temptations; if water stands, it rots; faith is the better for th….

Our little time of suffering is not worthy of our first night's welcome home to Heaven..

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

There is nothing that will make you a Christian indeed, but a taste of the sweetness of Christ..

Why should I tremble at the plough of my Lord, that maketh deep furrows on my soul? I know He is no idle husbandman, He purposeth a crop..

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom..

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

I find my Lord Jesus cometh not in the precise way that I lay wait for Him. He hath a manner of His own. Oh, how high are His ways above my ways.

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... Ther….

No pen, no words, no image can express to you the loveliness of my only, only Lord Jesus..

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

O my Lord Jesus Christ, if I could be in heaven without Thee, it would be hell; and if I could be in hell, and have Thee still, it would be heaven to….

I pray God that I may never find my will again. Oh, that Christ would subject my will to His, and trample it under His feet..

Praise God for the hammer, the file, and the furnace. The hammer molds us, the file sharpens us, and the fire tempers us..