Oh what a tale will steal out in that day, when we see what the Lord’s love has been to us! I know His distinct love to me. I know His determination, but nothing but His blood shall be known as the atonement for my sin, His determination that no false prop shall suit me. I know His arm as an arm that may be leaned upon. And well He knows now in the days of His solitude, His service, His sorrow down here, His Father’s love was enough for Him, and He knows how His own individual love for the child of God is enough for the path, were it multiplied with sorrows ten thousand times more.