Can I connect all the sorrows of the wilderness with Christ’s glory? Have I set up as my banner, “To me to live is Christ” ? Do I devote myself and all I have to Christ’s glory, turning everything into an occasion for magnifying Him?
If my heart is breaking, what matters it, if I have Christ? He loves a broken heart. His heart cares for me, as no mother cares for her child. Every throb of your heart is known to Him, and He beautifully knows how to show you how all—able He is to give you rest and peace that passes all understanding.
If you are broken down bit by bit, it is only to fit you for the place He has prepared for you. There is, for the heart that is resting in Christ’s love, perfect repose and divine peace that Satan cannot shake. You can say of things that destroy the dearest hopes of your heart, “I thank God.”
Have you cultivated an acquaintance with Him who looks down into the very bottom of your heart, discovering the first budding of everything wrong and putting His hand to stop it?
G. V. Wigram