Psalms 74:17

“Thou hast made summer and winter.” 
              — Psalms 74:17

My soul begin this wintry month with thy God. The cold snows and the
piercing winds all remind thee that he keeps his covenant with day and
night, and tend to assure thee that he will also keep that glorious
covenant which he has made with thee in the person of Christ Jesus. He
who is true to his Word in the revolutions of the seasons of this poor
sin-polluted world, will not prove unfaithful in his dealings with his
own well-beloved Son.

Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season, and if it be
upon thee just now it will be very painful to thee: but there is this
comfort, namely, that the Lord makes it. He sends the sharp blasts of
adversity to nip the buds of expectation: he scattereth the hoarfrost
like ashes over the once verdant meadows of our joy: he casteth forth
his ice like morsels freezing the streams of our delight. He does it
all, he is the great Winter King, and rules in the realms of frost, and
therefore thou canst not murmur. Losses, crosses, heaviness, sickness,
poverty, and a thousand other ills, are of the Lord’s sending, and come
to us with wise design. Frosts kill noxious insects, and put a bound to
raging diseases; they break up the clods, and sweeten the soul. O that
such good results would always follow our winters of affliction!

How we prize the fire just now! how pleasant is its cheerful glow! Let
us in the same manner prize our Lord, who is the constant source of
warmth and comfort in every time of trouble. Let us draw nigh to him,
and in him find joy and peace in believing. Let us wrap ourselves in
the warm garments of his promises, and go forth to labours which befit
the season, for it were ill to be as the sluggard who will not plough
by reason of the cold; for he shall beg in summer and have nothing.

On this day...

  1. November 18, 2009

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