"Once I went to Jesus ... and gave myself fine airs, fancying, if He were something, so was I; if He had merit, so had I.  I used him as a healthy many will use a walking staff-lean an ounce upon it, and vapor with it in the air.  But now He is my whole crutch, no foot can stir a step without Him.  He is my all, as He ought to be if He will become my Savior, and bids me cast all my care on Him.  My heart can have no rest unless it leans upon Him wholly, and then it feels His peace."John Berridge