A Letter To Thomas Godwin – November 5th, 1847
My dear friend, Thomas Godwin
I hope I may say I am gradually mending. Still, it is very slow; indeed, scarcely perceptible, and the time of year is against me. The inflammation, I hope, is slowly subsiding, but until that is fully removed I cannot recover strength, nor can I preach without danger of bringing it on again.
It tries my mind to be thus laid aside in many ways. I hope I may one day see more clearly the hand of the Lord in it. My mind just now is very dark and confused, and I can scarcely trace one grain of grace in my soul. But I at times know something of what you say in your letter of crying to the Lord to teach, lead, and guide me, for I am sure no one ever needed it more.
Oh, how dark our mind is without His light, and how dead without His life!
My religion is reduced to a very small compass, I can assure you, under these feelings.
Poor Dredge made a happy end, and was buried at Allington. My letter was read to him just before he died, and he sent me his dying blessing.
Yours very affectionately,
J. C. P.
J. C. P.