Winter in the Soul

Thou hast made summer and winter. Psalm 74:17

My soul begins this wintry month with your God. The cold snows and the piercing winds all remind you that he keeps his covenant with day and night, assures you that he will also keeps the covenant he made with you in the person of Christ Jesus. He who is true to his Word in the change of the seasons, will not prove unfaithful.

Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season, and if you are in such a season now it will be very painful to you: but there is this comfort, namely, that the Lord makes it. He sends the sharp lasts of adversity to nip the buds of expectation: he scatters the hoarfrost like ashes over the once Abundant meadows of our joy: he casts 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 you should Not complain. Losses, crosses, heaviness, sickness, poverty, and a thousand other ills, are sent by God, 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. May such good results always follow our winters of affliction!

We love the fire in our heath now with its cheerful glow! In the same manner we should love 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 do our works which befit the season. Do not be like the lazy person who will not plow because it is cold; for he will beg in summer and have nothing.

Modern Paraphrase of Charles Haddon Spurgeon’s
Morning and Evening Exercises Original Version
Morning and Evening Exercises Contemporary Version

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