God Plans All Perfect Combinations.

My Desires Seem Especially To Be After Weanedness From The World, Perfect Deadness To It, And That I May Be Crucified To All Its Allurements. My Soul Desires To Feel Itself More Of A Pilgrim And A Stranger Here Below, That Nothing May Divert Me From Pressing Through The Lonely Desert, Till I Arrive At My Father's House.

Thirsting Desires And Longings Possessed My Soul After Perfect Holiness. God Was So Precious To My Soul That The World With All Its Enjoyments Appeared Vile. I Had No More Value For The Favor Of Men Than For Pebbles.

Lord, Let Me Make A Difference For You That Is Utterly Disproportionate To Who I Am.

Give Yourself To Prayer, To Reading And Meditation On Divine Truths: Strive To Penetrate To The Bottom Of Them And Never Be Content With A Superficial Knowledge.

There Is A God In Heaven Who Overrules All Things For The Best; And This Is The Comfort Of My Soul.