Morning, December 1, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“You have made summer and winter..” — Psalm 74:17
My soul… begin 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, and tend to assure you that he will also keep that glorious covenant which he has made with you in the person of Christ Jesus. He who is true to his Word in the turning of the seasons of this poor, sin-polluted world, will not prove unfaithful in his dealings through his own well-beloved Son.
Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable season, and if is upon you just now it will be very painful to you: but there is this comfort, namely, that the Lord prepares it. He sends the sharp blasts of adversity to nip the buds of expectation: he scatters the frost like ashes over the once verdant 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 cannot complain. Losses, crosses, heaviness, sickness, poverty, and a thousand other ills, are sent from the Lord, and come to us with wise design. Frost kills noxious insects, and puts a limit to raging diseases; it breaks up the clods, and sweetens the soil. 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 close 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 labor which befits the season, for it would be evil to be as the sluggard who will not plow by reason of the cold; for he shall beg in summer and have nothing.