“Mankind is born for trouble as surely as sparks fly upward.” (Job 5:7)
O, what losses and crosses, sorrows and distresses, uncertainties and anxieties, do mankind labor under!
Godly wisdom will lead me to expect nothing but vanity and vexation here below. But, O! how happy is the soul that has all the treasure in Heaven–all his happiness in God! May this be my case, and then I shall triumph in the midst of losses, distresses, disappointments, and pain!
I take a loose hold of all earthly things, that when they are twisted out of my hand–they may not torment my heart!… O what losses and crosses
I rest and am composed, and calmly wait on You, resigned to His perfect determination in everything concerning me in time–until I arrive at that better country, at that perfect state, where there is neither disappointment nor pain!
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“Every lost man loves the mercies of God–but a saint loves the God of his mercies.