A celebrated Scottish nobleman and statesman once replied to a correspondent that he was “plowing his lonely furrow.” Whenever God has required someone to do a big thing for Him, He has sent him to a lonely furrow. He has called him to go alone.

You may have to become the loneliest person on earth, but if you do, you will be able always to see around you the chariots of God, even twenty thousand, and thousands of thousands, and then you will forget your loneliness.

The soil is hard, And the plow goes heavily.

The wind is fierce And I toil on wearily— But His hands made the yoke!

Ah wonder—that I should bear His yoke— It is enough, if I may but plow the furrow, For the Sower to sow the seed.

If you have taken hold of the plow, hold on until the field is finished.

“Let us not become weary” (Galatians 6:9).

Says Theodore L. Cuyler, “After long and painful perplexities about accepting a certain attractive call, I opened the Book and read: ‘Why gaddest thou about so much to change thy way?’” (Jeremiah 2:36 KJV).

Your present field may be limited, but you are not limited by your field.

Great men have sprung from the furrows. Great men have plowed and harrowed, and leaving these things have written their names deep in history.

There are heights undreamed of, ecstasies unthought of, for the one who follows on. So follow on in the valley, looking for hills. One day you will look back with surprise, and then turning go forward with fresh courage.

You were made to mount and not to crawl!

“One lonely soul on fire with the love of God may set the whole universe ablaze” (Acts 2:41; Revelation 5:11).