My soul begin this wintry month with thy God. The
cold snows and the piercing winds all remind thee
that He keeps His covenant with day and night, and
tend to assure thee that He will also keep that glorious
covenant which He has made with thee in the person
of Christ Jesus. He who is true to His Word in the
revolutions of the seasons of this poor sin-polluted
world, will not prove unfaithful in His dealings with His
own well-beloved Son.
Winter in the soul is by no means a comfortable
season, and if it be upon thee just now it will be very
painful to thee: but there is this comfort, namely, that
the Lord makes it. He sends the sharp blasts of
adversity to nip the buds of expectation: He scattereth
the hoarfrost like ashes over the once verdant
meadows of our joy: He casteth 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 thou canst not murmur. Losses,
crosses, heaviness, sickness, poverty, and a thousand
other ills, are of the Lord sending, 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. 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 nigh 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 labours which befit the season, for it
were ill to be as the sluggard who will not plough by
reason of the cold; for he shall beg in summer and
have nothing.
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