…our love to God is ebbing and flowing, waning and increasing. We lose our first love, and we grow again in love —scarce a day at a stand. What poor creatures are we! How unlike the Lord and his love! “Unstable as water, we cannot excel.” Now it is, “Though all men forsake thee, I will not;” anon [soon], “I know not the man.” One day, “I shall never be moved, my hill is so strong;” the next, “All men are liars, I shall perish.” When ever was the time, where ever was the place, that our love was one day equal towards God?
– John Owen –
from Of Communion With God, volume 2 of Works, page 31