Oh, if only the suffering soul knew how it is loved by God, it would die of joy and excess of happiness! Some day, we will know the value of suffering, but then we will no longer be able to suffer. The present moment is ours.
True love is measured by the thermometer of suffering.
My likeness to Jesus must be through suffering and humility.
I thank God for this illness and these physical discomforts, because I have the time to converse with the Lord Jesus.
