Morning, July 3, adapted from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“The ugly and lean cows ate up the seven sleek and fat cows.” — Genesis 41:4

Pharaoh’s dream has too often been my waking experience. My days of laziness have ruinously destroyed all that I had achieved in times of dedicated activity; my seasons of coldness have frozen all the warm glow of my periods of passion and enthusiasm; and my spasms of worldliness have thrown me back from my advances in the blessed life. I need to beware of lean, inadequate prayers, lean praises, lean duties, and lean experiences, for these will eat up the fat of my comfort and peace. If I neglect prayer for the shortest time, I lose all the spirituality to which I had attained; if I draw no fresh supplies from heaven, the old corn in my storehouse is soon consumed by the famine which rages in my soul. When the caterpillars of indifference, the locusts of worldliness, and the grasshoppers of self-indulgence lay my heart completely desolate, and make my soul to languish, all my former fruitfulness and growth in grace gains me nothing whatever. How concerned I should be to have no days of leanness, no wasted hours! If every day I journeyed towards the goal of my desires I should soon reach it, but backsliding leaves me far off still from the prize of my high calling, and robs me of the advances which I had so laboriously made. The only way in which all my days can be as the “fat cow,” is to feed them in the right meadow, to spend them with the Lord, in His service, in His company, in His fear, and in His way. Why should not every year be richer than the past, in love, and usefulness, and joy? — I am nearer the heavenly hills, I have had more experience of my Lord, and should be more like Him. O Lord, keep far from me the curse of leanness of soul; let me not have to cry, “My leanness, my sparseness, woe to me!” but may I be well-fed and nourished in your house, that I may praise your name.