I DWELL in Grace’s court.
Enriched with Virtue’s rights:
Faith guides my wit! Love leads my will!
Hope all my mind delights!
Spare diet is my fare;
My clothes more fit than fine
I know I feed and clothe a foe,
That, pampered, would repine.
“WOULD you judge of the lawfulness or unlawfulness of pleasure,” she said, “take this rule: whatever weakens your reason, impairs the tenderness of your conscience, obscures your sense of God, or takes off the relish of spiritual things;—in short, whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that thing is sin to you, however innocent it may be in itself.”
John Wesley’s Mother
OUR worries always come from our weaknesses.