There was no part of creature-holiness that I had so great a sense of its loveliness, as humility, brokenness of heart, and poverty of spirit; and there was nothing that I so earnestly longed for. My heart panted after this–to lie low before God, as in the dust; that I might be nothing, and that God might be all, that I might become as a little child.
~Jonathan Edwards~
The Works of Jonathan Edwards (Edinburgh, Scotland; The Banner of Truth Trust; 1974) p. lvi.
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