It has occurred to me, that the reason why the Lord has of late allowed me to be so severely tired - is that I have been very little at His throne of grace. Nor have His promises appeared so precious, pleadable, and suited to my case.
Jesus is determined to have me often at His throne, and if the invitations and promises of His Word will not draw me there - then He will send trials to drive me there! Blessed Jesus, are you not saying to me by every trial, "Call upon Me! Make use of Me! See what I will do for you!"
What a proof of the deep depravity and base ingratitude of man's heart is this - that You are obliged to send trials and troubles to bring us to Your feet! Yet it is so! For unless drawn by the cords of Your loving-kindness, or driven by painful trials - men don't come to You with earnestness, fervor and life!
I am so prone to wander, to be light and trifling - troubled by shadows, and excited by mere trifles! I abhor myself because I am vile! O how base my heart is, to despise so glorious a privilege, and to neglect so choice a duty!
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