"Oh that we could breathe out new hope, and new submission, every day, into Christ’s lap! For certainly a weight of glory well-weighed, yea increasing to a far more exceeding, and eternal weight, shall recompense both weight and length of light and short-dated crosses. Our waters are but ebb, and come neither to our chin, nor to the stopping of our breath. I may see (if I borrow eyes from Christ) dry land, and that near; why then should we not laugh at adversity, and scorn our short-born and soon dying temptations. " (Samuel Rutherford]
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