Morning, July 9, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And forget none of His benefits;”
Psalm 103:2

It is a delightful and profitable pursuit to mark the hand of God in the lives of ancient people of God, and to observe his goodness in delivering them, his mercy in pardoning them, and his faithfulness in keeping his covenant with them. But would it not be even more interesting and beneficial for us to take note of the hand of God in our own lives? Should we not look upon our own history as being at least as full of God, as full of his goodness and of his truth, as much a proof of his faithfulness and veracity, as the lives of any of the Godly who have gone before? We do our Lord an injustice when we suppose that he performed all his mighty acts, and showed himself strong for those in the early times, but doesn’t perform wonders or work with his mighty arm for the people of God who are now upon the earth. Let us review our own lives. Surely in these we may discover some happy occurrences, refreshing to ourselves and glorifying to our God. Haven’t you been delivered from evil at times? Haven’t you passed through rivers, when you were supported by the divine presence? Haven’t you walked through fires unharmed? Haven’t you had visitations from God? Haven’t you had special kindnesses? The God who gave Solomon the desire of his heart, has he never listened to you and answered your requests? That God of lavish bounty of whom David sang, “Who satisfies your mouth with good things,” has he never satisfied you with abundance? Have you never been made to lie down in green pastures? Have you never been led by the still waters? Surely the goodness of God has been the same to us as to the Godly of old. Let us then weave his mercies into a song. Let us take the pure gold of thankfulness, and the jewels of praise and make them into another crown for the head of Jesus. Let our souls give forth music as sweet and as exhilarating as came from David’s harp, while we praise the Lord whose mercy endures forever.