"I walked a mile with pleasure; she chattered all the way,
but left me none the wiser for all she had to say.
I walked a mile with sorrow, and ne’re a word said she;
but oh, the things I learned from her, when sorrow walked with me."

An easy Hell!

Pithy gems from Spurgeon on trials and afflictions

Could we look into the lake of fire!


A medicine essential for our spiritual health and happiness!

The Furnace of Affliction!

Our afflictions are light!

The Lord's rod has a voice!

Should we not be prepared to kiss it?

Glorify God in the fire!

The mother and daughter die on one bed, and are buried in one grave!

The Presence of God with the Afflicted

I cannot be so unreasonable as to expect two Heavens!

God weighs and measures, bounds and ordains, my sorrows!

Not one grain too much!

We would not be so perplexed by the mysteries of our lives!

It takes a long and painful process to purge it out!

The afflictions of the godly!

Polishing God's jewels!

His jewels!

No trial comes sooner, or falls heavier, or lasts longer!

They are all carefully selected—and divinely directed!

The first lesson in the school of tribulation!

He will sustain you

Medicine for the soul!

When the knife cuts deep and the pain is sore!

The searching, burning, purifying fires of Christ's furnace!

Troubles, Troubles, Troubles!

The chisel of affliction!

All the afflictions of God's people

Twenty-four hours in Hell!

He must take away our toys!


The blessed man!

The sufferings of this present time!

God separates the sin which He hates—from the soul which He loves!

He will not spoil them!

Home, sweet home! There is no place like home!

These short-lived troubles!

Trials are medicinal!

All the trees of earth are marked for the woodman's ax!

I would have been perfectly submissive!

When they are twisted out of my hand

A memento of divine affection

God washes and scours, trains and nurtures them!

He loves us too well to promise that!

Oh! what a pillow on which to rest your aching head!

Black seeds without beauty

Trials and sorrows

God knows best what cross we need to bear!

When He has tried me—I shall come forth as gold!

These petty troubles and vexations!

They are not intended for our pleasure, but for our profit!

We must trace His bloody footsteps!

He goes to the forest, and chooses the most suitable 'rod' to correct us!

Everything is necessary—Nothing is necessary

Bedridden saints!

What the human heart craves!

The two birds

The Almighty has afflicted me!

He will not spare the pruning knife if He sees that we need it!

Whenever our heavenly Father uses the rod of correction

I perceive that your heavenly Father has again put you into the furnace!

You have been long a-gathering rust!

God does not deal with us in this 'sentimental' way!

The furnace of affliction!

Reverent and sweet submission

Like sugar in our tea!

Man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward!

The suffering Christian!

God has not promised

The process was not easy!

The path of sorrow

Afflicted, tormented, and destroyed!

We also rejoice in our afflictions!

In that hand which was once bored and nailed to the cross for your redemption!

I asked the Lord, that I might grow

The true recipe for miserable existence is this:

All our afflictions are appointed by our loving heavenly Father!

Therefore it is that He withers our gourds and breaks our cisterns!

How deplorably mistaken you are!

The world's pleasures are often curses in disguise!

Sickness, trials and disappointments!

Our blessings are always greater than our trials!

The death of an infant

He smote her with a disease which deprived her of strength, destroyed her beauty, and left her deformed!

Divine punishment—or divine chastisement?

If only we could but read the writing!

Weary mariner on life's tempestuous ocean

Square me! Prune me!

The sick room, part 1

The sick room, part 2

The greatest blessing on this side of Heaven!

There is divine wisdom in every trial—and divine love in every cross!

Those doltish children!

But why?

It will all end in mercy!

He saw that they were in serious trouble!

The school of pain

God makes no mistakes in dealing with His children!

The sovereign decrees and allotments of Your infinite wisdom!

The Giver—and the Taker!

One of God's medicines!

O what a sweet and pleasant life you would have!

Lord, I thank you for shaking me!

He actually chooses affliction!

All the children of God have a cross to carry

Think seriously of this, and be thankful!

As your days—so shall your strength be!

The poor Christian!

All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth

Benefits of severe affliction

Black seeds without beauty!

O blessed hurricane!

Storms and tempests, whirlwinds and hurricanes!

What is to be our resource in the hour of affliction and sorrow?

We shall lose nothing but our dross!

Your severest sufferings

God takes away the creature!

Do not expect a smooth and easy path!

Our "thorn"

In the day of adversity, consider!

The adjusting of the scales!

Afflictions are but medicines

God's school for His children!

He makes no mistakes!

The divine Gardener

Earthly sorrows and troubles

Sin has introduced great misery and universal disorder into the world!

Comfort for suffering saints!

When He strikes us—as well as when He strokes us!

Dear Miss Medhurst

He must afflict us!

Is that mother bird cruel?

If chastisement were not necessary

The worst days I have ever had!

The healing medicine!

Even while frowns seem to cover His face, and the rod is seen in His hand!

Any moment we may be stricken down!

When I am weak—then I am strong

Perhaps He will smite you!

All things work together for good!

Father knows best!

When He does not punish!

In affliction look to Jesus

God's file and flail

Some benefits of sickness and affliction

Just what is best for you!

The grace of God exempts no one from trouble!

A sedative to all sorrows—and a solace under all sharp afflictions

Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!

Our sea may sometimes be stormy, but we have an infallible Pilot!

Is this all I get—after so much trouble?

Affliction prepared for and improved

His most afflictive dispensations

Tokens of God's love!

Father knows best!

Then they hiss and spit their venom!

A Father's hand!

The hand of God is in every trial, trouble, and disappointment

Infinite wisdom directs every step!

The rough stalk of suffering

The fruitful branch!

Practice-lessons in the application of the theories of Christian life

Why does God afflict us?

His love uses the rod—as well as gives the kiss!

The Beneficent Design of Affliction

The book for the afflicted

The goal of living in this world

Indeed, he is in trouble—but he is not in Hell!

Afflictions, when sanctified

God is now punishing me for my sins!

Perhaps, while we are admiring our gourd

God shoots many kinds of arrows

These smaller trials which God prepares for us

He who gave—has an undoubted right to take away!

We must in some degree tread the path He trod

We are but learning Job's lesson!

In the furnace of affliction

Fiery trials make golden Christians!

God's sin-purging medicine

This burden of ours!

The questions should rather be

Such lessons!

It took the baby out of the young mother's arms the other night!

The Divine Gardener!

In short, all must drink of the bitter cup!

How despicable our troubles and trials will seem!

If you attempt to enthrone the creature!

Correcting in love—not smiting in wrath!

The one is drawn in pomp to hell—while the other swims in tears to heaven!

All honey would harm us

The heaviest afflictions on this side hell

Sharp arrows!

It is I!

Like a wild bull in a net!

Thank Him for His prescription!

A cross of their own choosing

Our thorn!

The trials and sufferings of the godly

O the blessed chemistry of heaven!

All the Hell that you shall ever have!

What a mercy—to be out of Hell!


Every man has a heaven and a hell

Whence does it come?

A mother and her child

Fetch out the dirt and spots

Draw me—or drive me!

God's threshing

Shall we complain? Shall we repine? Shall we murmur?

God's mowing-machine

Affliction is a bitter root, but it bears sweet fruit!

It is better to be preserved in
brine—than to rot in honey!

I will come forth as gold!

Every sorrow and trouble of our earthly pilgrimage


The thorn is still left to pierce and lacerate!

The knife!

There is a limit to sickness!

And then the Lord puts us into the furnace!

We would be contented with the garlic and flesh-pots of Egypt!

Our 'lot' of afflictions

True, victorious living

To many people, life is very hard

That hand can never smite you

This was not the pleasant life which these two dreamed of on their wedding day!

A remedy against all our trouble

God's pruning knife

Then the scum appears!

Ah! how despicable our troubles and trials will seem!

The only fire which will burn away the dross!

When He comes to us in the garb of pain or sorrow

A divine chemistry

His discipline is sharp—but the end is sweet!

It is the same hand!

He must set our barley field on fire!

Evidences & results of sanctified affliction

The last pang, and groan, and tear!

You have afflicted me

Those tokens of divine love!

He who has deserved a hanging

Heed the rod, and the One who appointed it!

No sweat!

The school of suffering

He who holds the pruning-knife

He who holds the pruning-knife

Trials, Troubles & Afflictions!

The end will make amends for all!

Sickness, disease, decay, and death

Corrosives to eat out the proud flesh

You will have many trials and sorrows

God's flail

It is the same hand!

The daughter helps to destroy the mother

One second of glory!

In the profound depth of affliction

Sharp chiseling!

You have no reason to complain

Hammer, anvil, file & fire!

But a flea-bite!

It is their Father's hand that chastens them!

Some have two hells

There is an end to all your troubles, trials, and temptations

How is affliction a blessing?

Your present trial

Too wise to err—and too loving to be unkind!

Fuel to your lusts, and quenchers of your graces

He was still a-pointing at the toads in their bosoms

The master-strokes of the Divine Artist!

A cup of love!

Yet it is a profitable loss!

I had to punish him

Every twig has a voice!

You are the one who has done this!

Every bitter cup

God would not rub so hard

A rod of love to whip you!

The cost of all truly helpful and holy living

When you find 'thorns' in your path

The Friend of His people in distress!

Your present affliction

God's angels!

Paulinus Nolanus

Go and kill such a man

Because the Lord loves you

They poured out a prayer

The afflictions of the godly

Everything on this side Hell is mercy!

The cup!

It is in these storms

God's medicine cup!

Are you a distressed believer?

A double hell

O blessed hurricane!

Glued to the world?

God's School!

The constant cry of the rod


Our momentary light affliction

Beloved, are you in the fire?

When Munster lay sick

Pity your foolish child!

But our coward flesh shrinks from them!

Father knows best!

Has He put you so many times into the furnace?

If God gave us no thorn

You are the one who has done this!

A great and inestimable mercy

Sweet comfort

He cannot err—and He cannot be unkind!

I am a very dull scholar in Christ's school

The little garden?

God's love-tokens!

Every new trial, and every fresh cross!

Their dregs and dross

The divine Craftsman


A tiny insect at the door of My all-sufficiency

This trouble from which you are now suffering

I will refine them like silver and purify them like gold!

Will worrying make matters any better?

A languishing body

Some years ago I heard an allegory which I have never forgotten

The soil where graces thrive best

His unwearied care and concern

There is no 'chance' in God's world

Through the agonies of great trial

His testing room of suffering!

Faith never prospers so well!

Cruel tools

Here is a strange sight!

Not made of feathers, nor lined with velvet

His everlasting arms!

All trials, all temptations, all strippings, all emptyings

To wean you from a poor, unsatisfying world

Sickness is a greater mercy!

The darling child whom we love so much lies dead in our arms!

Why are you cast down, O my soul?

The goal of Christian life

These difficulties . . .

God's chisel and hammer!

It is I!

Poor, moping, dejected creatures

When our path is strewed with roses

When God thwarts, afflicts, and mortifies us


Troubles, troubles, troubles!


God is at the root of our sufferings

It is in these storms

The storms of life

God's chisel

The chisel and mallet of affliction!

Your choicest mercies!

To keep me from getting puffed up

Afflictions are Appointed!


This is too hard for me!

The more a Christian is tried

The believer's chief troubles

Only one hand can ease the trouble

The Lord sometimes flogs His children home!

Severe, yet wise and loving

The disciple is in God's school!

We do not know what is best for us!

My dear wife has been quite ill

He can crawl like a serpent, and he can roar like a lion!

Your burden

The pruning knife

A cup that all must drink

He has given me a cup of deep sorrow to drink

Don't worry about the package!


Proceed with your chiselings

Hammer, anvil, file & fire!

God's chisel!

When God sent him to school to the swine-trough!

My helper!

Poor little boy!

There are many devices in a man's heart

Sanctified affliction

God takes a safe course with His children!

Trials are intended . . .

Living in a world full of disease and death

It is the hand of Him who was crucified!

Afflictions, sorrows, trials

The black chariot of Christ!

All His corrections are sent in love!

Do not reckon that God will give you a life without difficulty!

Your poor little boy!

Bruised reeds!

There are many crosses, and every one of them is sore and heavy

A poor shoemaker in his dreary little shop

Welcome all sickness!

Take this medicine!

O suffering saints of God!

Some heavy, painful, yet concealed cross?

God's knife!

This stillness and silence befits us!

This is a plank which upholds the sinking heart!

Believing that God rules all, that He governs wisely, that He brings good out of evil

The knife of the heavenly Surgeon

A great bundle of sticks far too large for us to lift!

No—keep it!


Some of you will be cast into the furnace!

Drinking bitter cups

All God's dealings with us

One drop of that potion

This precious panacea!

What a pillow on which to rest your aching head!

The chastening of love!

Let this comfort you:

The toiling, the tempted, and the sorrowing!

We may be happy in a prison!

A place of spiritual refreshment

The Shepherd knows what pastures are best

Happy sickness

Nothing noble is attained easily

Amid the sorrows and trials of the world

Surrounded with trouble at almost every step

Our trials!

The buzzing of a fly

Precious fruits of sanctified affliction

Our little trials, little cares, little needs, little sorrows

We live on an enchanted ground, and are surrounded with snares!


The hard couch of sorrow

Trials and discomforts?

Christ's schools?

God's lancet!

The medicine! The knife! Your song!

The wounded and wounding hand of the Savior!

It is their Father's hand which chastens them!

The golden idol is but clay after all!

An irrevocable loss!

Dyed in the purple stream of His own heart's blood!


Level clay idols

The black horse of trouble!

The true ministry of pain

The godly man's crosses, losses and sorrows

But, alas! We are poor creatures

What Omnipotence cannot do?

Here, put your troubles here!

Entwined with crosses?

First there comes bitterness

Are you, beloved, walking in the midst of trouble?

And what are my troubles?

Blessed suffering!

Oh! be submissive, meek, and quiet!

God's arrows!

Are the chips of the cross so heavy?

Patience! Patience! Patience!

Just because He disposes all things

CALAMITIES—Chance, Fate, Satan or Predestination?

A cup of love?

Suffering Christian!

Nothing in this world is more beautiful

Passing through the valley of weeping

Black envelopes!

Hear the voice of love in the rod

The school of trial

The school of Heaven!

A measure of trials is necessary

The bitter pill of adversity

Call Him 'Father' in the furnace

We need a lot of chipping!


Every tear that falls upon the pallid face of sorrow

Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble

His chastising hand

Later you will understand!

Poverty and affliction

The problem of living in this world

This is my infirmity!

A gospel honeycomb

The afflictions the Lord sends on His people

Every bitter cup


We are both in the furnace!

Christ's jewels!

Trials are necessary to wean us from the world

A balm for every wound, a cordial for every care

Our present sufferings

Later you will understand

There is something fascinating in GRIEF

The hard things

Unfailing love!

What is your sorrow?

The furnace!

Cancer, go to that child!

Who sinned?

Infinite wisdom has appointed the whole!

The purpose of all our sorrow and trouble



A black messenger loaded with treasure!

Tribulations, difficulties, and disappointments

The season of sickness!

Would we really rather have things our way?

God's perfect will

They sing best in their cages!

Comfort for SICK SAINTS

Oh, welcome sorrow! welcome suffering!

Afflicted one, you cannot believe it now!

This unravels the mystery!

I can assure her that her child shall certainly recover!

You have lately been in the furnace!


The school of Christ

The school of adversity


Gods appointments

The sweetest mercies of God!

All things!

Sweetly refreshed

Swine-troughs and husks!

Troubles! Trials! Afflictions!

The root upon which our blessings grow

We take much to uproot us

Show me why You contend with me

The sharp arrows of affliction!

Have we not leaned upon a thousand things?

One fiery trial?

Too wise to err and too good to be unkind!

Losses, adversities, afflictions, griefs!

Sweet affliction! Sweet affliction!

Unfreeze the frozen graces

Comfort in all your trouble

The more the diamond is cut

All life's tangles!

A strange college!

Carve the image of Christ on the wall of your heart!

My leanness, my leanness, woe unto me!

The black horse of affliction

Your portion

All the whys and wherefores

Our trials...

We are not expected to like it—but we are told not to despise it

No storms, assaults, sieges, or pestilences

An amazing reverse of circumstances!

Having hard times?

Pure Gold!

God's tools and instruments!

My Father did this!

Bitter cups...

Kiss the rod


Our worst things

True grace...

The afflictions of the ungodly

All the houses in this plague stricken land

A chastening God!

All kinds of trials...



I asked the Lord...


When your Father smites you!

God's school


Praying about trials!

God's choicest mercies

The general cause of all suffering!

A Compassionate High Priest and a Throne of Grace

Wait a little longer

God's grace is illustrated and magnified in the poverty and trials of believers!

Sweet comfort...


Our present sufferings...

Trials, chastenings, afflictions...

Our trials?

In the furnace!

They must be burned into us with the hot iron of affliction!

My Father's hand...

Because He loves you...

Choice quotes on AFFLICTION

Troubles, troubles, troubles...


God's blows?

Sharp arrows!

Afflictions are the mother of virtue...

The end of God in all His doings and dealings

Trials & providence...

Fiery trials!

The highest honor?

Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?

Where God put you?


Your Cross

God's rods!

God's Chastening!


No trivial gifts?

Mourning into dancing!

His everlasting shoulders...

Mountains of troubles!

The axhead!

Help Lord!

Christ in the Sick Room


Words of Consolation, Pardon, and Hope, for the Tried and Sorrowful

Our afflictions proceed from God's heart!

Tokens of God's love!

Lessons of Peace in the School of Affliction!

Choice Consolation for the Suffering Saints!

This is the proper view we are to take of our afflictions

Comfort for the Desponding—Words to Soothe and Cheer Troubled Hearts!

Short Puritan quotes


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