At my first coming here I took dorts” at Christ and would forsooth, summon him for unkindness. I sought a plea of my Lord and was tossed with challenges whether he loved me or not, and disputed all over again all that he had done to me, because his word was a fire shut up in my bowels, and I was weary with forebearing, because I said I was cast out of the Lord’’s inheritance. But now I see that I was a fool. My Lord miskent* all and did bear with my foolish jealousies, and miskent* that I ever wronged His love.[Samuel Rutherford]
