Sometimes I feel the confident assurance of my salvation; and for such
blessed seasons I rejoice and give thanks. And sometimes I feel that a heart so
cold, so lifeless, so sinful as mine must surely be
that of the most vile sinner who ever lived. But at all times, my assurance is
in Christ alone. It is simply believing him, trusting
him, relying on him. I find no assurance in me, in my works, in my spiritual
growth, or in my feelings. I find no assurance for myself but this - I am a
sinner. Christ died for sinners. As a guilty, helpless sinner, I rest my soul
on him. I trust the merits of his righteousness, the power of his blood, the
efficacy of his intercession, and the promises of his Word. I trust him, and
only him. He is my assurance.