Maxioms by Samuel Rutherford
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
When I am in the cellar of affliction, I look for the Lord's choicest wines.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
