Spurgeon’s Morning, January
6
It is a happy way
of soothing sorrow when we can feel--"HE careth for
me."
Christian! Do not dishonour religion by always wearing a brow of
care; come, cast
your burden upon your Lord. You are staggering beneath
a weight which your
Father would not feel. What seems to you a crushing
burden, would be to
him but as the small dust of the balance. Nothing
is so sweet as
to
"Lie passive
in God's hands,
And know no will
but his."
O child of
suffering, be thou patient; God has not passed thee over in
his providence. He
who is the feeder of sparrows, will also furnish you
with what you need.
Sit not down in despair; hope on, hope ever. Take
up the arms of
faith against a sea of trouble, and your opposition
shall yet end your
distresses. There is One who careth for you. His eye
is fixed on you,
his heart beats with pity for your woe, and his hand
omnipotent shall yet
bring you the needed help. The darkest cloud shall
scatter itself in
showers of mercy. The blackest gloom shall give place
to the morning. He,
if thou art one of his family, will bind up thy
wounds, and heal
thy broken heart. Doubt not his grace because of thy
tribulation, but
believe that he loveth thee as much in seasons of
trouble as in times
of happiness. What a serene and quiet life might
you lead if you
would leave providing to the God of providence! With a
little oil in the
cruse, and a handful of meal in the barrel, Elijah
outlived the
famine, and you will do the same. If God cares for you,
why need you care
too? Can you trust him for your soul, and not for
your body? He has
never refused to bear your burdens, he has never
fainted under their
weight. Come, then, soul! Have done with fretful
care, and leave all
thy concerns in the hand of a gracious God.
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