The Lord draws every soul alike; a pure spring of water will fill every vessel alike, whatever the size or shape of the vessel.
The Lord could look into my heart to fill it with Himself. He sees if its affections wane. He is ever turning to see what each heart wants, identifying each one with Himself-all the largeness of what He is belonging to each believer, however little his faith intelligence may be.
If I am in Christ, all His fullness is mine, and of His fullness have we all received, not one and another getting a bit, but all sharing equally.
Here am I like a poor piece of wood on the water, driving here and there, and how could I have been kept floating so long, but that His fullness dwelt in me, and all He has to give is mine? He heaps one thing after another, not sufficiency only but superabundance, as when He broke up the five loaves and fishes, and twelve baskets full remained over and above to those who had eaten.