One day I was in a meeting of God’s people, but I was full of sadness and terror, for my fears were again strong upon me. I was now thinking that my soul was never better, but my situation remained most sad and fearful, when the following words broke in upon me with great power: My grace is sufficient for you. My grace is sufficient for you. My grace is sufficient for you. Three times together, and oh, I thought that every word was as a mighty word unto me – My and grace and sufficient and for you. They were then, and sometimes still are to me, far bigger words than many others are.
