Strength & Perseverance
Christ hath left in the custody of the Church our mother the sword of the Spirit, and the shoes of a Christian conversation, the same which he once wore himself, and they must fit our feet, yea, and we must take up the weight of many heavy crosses, before we can come at them.
No malice of man can antedate my end a minute, whilst my Maker hath any work for me to do.
May I likewise prove improved by it. Let my renewed soul, which grows out of the ashes of the old man, be a more firm fabric, and stronger structure: so shall affliction be my advantage.
May I not be so curious to know what weapon shall wound me, as careful to provide the plaster of patience against it.