In Our Fluctuations Of Feelings, It Is

Faint Not; The Miles To Heaven Are But Few And Short.

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.

My Dear Brother, Let God Make Of You What He Will, He Will End All With Consolation, And Shall Make Glory Out Of Your Suffering.

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.

Humility Is A Strange Flower; It Grows Best In Winter Weather, And Under Storms Of Affliction.