Fortitude In Affliction
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dishonor Thee with my lips. Let no unkind words be spoken by me.—
Manuscript 19, 1892
.
“I Will Not Complain”
July 6, 1892. I am so thankful that I can tell the Lord all my fears
and perplexities. I feel that I am under the shield of His wings. An
infidel once asked a God-fearing youth, “How great is the God you
worship?” “So great,” was the reply, “that He fills immensity, and yet
so small that He dwells in every sanctified heart.”
O precious Saviour, I long for Thy salvation. “As the hart panteth
after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee” (
Psalm 42:1
).
I long for a clearer view of Jesus. I love to think of His spotless life,
to meditate upon His lessons. How many times I repeat the words,
“Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give
you rest” (
Matthew 11:28
).
Much of the time my body is full of pain, but I will not by com-
plaining become unworthy of the name of Christian. I am assured
that this lesson of suffering will be to the glory of God, a means of
warning others to avoid continuous labor under trying circumstances
so unfavorable to health of the body.—
Manuscript 19, 1892
.
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“The Lord Strengthens Me”
July 7, 1892. The Lord strengthens me by His grace to write
important letters. The brethren frequently come to me for counsel.
I feel a strong assurance that this tedious affliction is for the glory
of the Lord. I will not murmur; for when I wake in the night, it
seems that Jesus is looking upon me. The fifty-first chapter of Isaiah
is exceedingly precious to me. He bears all our burdens. I read this
chapter with assurance and hope.—
Manuscript 19, 1892
.
No Thought of Beating a Retreat
July 10, 1892. I awoke Emily [
Emily Campbell, Mrs. White’s
traveling companion and secretary.
] at five o’clock to build my fire
and help me to dress. I thank the Lord that I had a better night’s rest
than usual. My wakeful hours I employ in prayer and meditation. The
question forces itself upon me, Why do I not receive the blessing of