Only our hearts within us know 
When they most broken be,
To that same garden we must go – 
Gethsemane.

The Spirit is making intercession, and Christ our Lord ever liveth to make intercession, so we are not alone even when we seem to be alone.

Lord, we are Thy thorn-bushes, Thy nothings.  O Fire of Love Eternal, Become whatsoever Thou pleasest, and keep us Thy humble thorn-bushes growing in the dust at Thy feet.

If someone opened a bag of gold coins and poured them out, saying, ‘Take what you can’ would there be any slackness about picking up those coins? 

The underground operations of the devil are more dangerous than the obvious attacks….

It is acceptance.  That crosses out all ‘ineffective unwillingness’ and then all fret passes.  There is peace.

It is this, His very own peace, which He says I give.  Do we take time to receive?