The soul never knows in how many ways it leans on creatures for comfort, until it is so situated as to be utterly denied creature consolation; and then it sees that in Jesus there is a sufficiency for all its needs.
It takes an almost inexpressible degree of mortification to get the soul to where it seeks its happiness only from God.
The infinite love and compassion of Jesus stretches out before the soul into an ever-widening ocean, in proportion to the felt need of the soul.
In times of trouble and distress and loneliness, we only damage ourselves and delay God's work by seeking sympathy and comfort from one another.
God is our best Friend; and although we have sinned against Him immeasurably, and grieved His Spirit with many a blemish and sin, and wounded His tender love infinitely beyond our conception, yet He is always the first to forgive.
We may think of the most extravagant compassion from any earthly relation, of father, mother, sister, brother, husband, wife, or friend; we may think of the charity of good people, of sanctified people, of the very best of saints and then ascend up to that immense charity which the angels in heaven have, and think of all the compassion of all the saints, through all their bright ages of love; and yet millions of miles out and beyond the farthest limits of all these loves and compassions, there stretches away the boundless, inconceivable compassion of Jesus toward the soul that has grievously sinned against Him.
~G. D. Watson~