Comfort for Troubled Ones – Charles Spurgeon

THE saint’s lot has its blacks, but it has also its whites; drops of wormwood are ours, but milk and honey are not denied us. We mourn at Marah, but we sing at Elim. Bochim still stands, but Bethel is ours too. The lion roars, but the turtle also yields her cheering note. Clouds are above us, but the stars smile on. Our sea has its ebbs, but, by turns, it comes to the flood. Winters bluster and freeze, but summer comes anon, and blossoms with joy, and autumn follows with its mellowness. We are cast down, but we are not destroyed; nay, we are not even injured, for if for a little time we seem to be losers by our castings down, we before long discover our greater gains. Happy are the people that are in such a case, yes, blessed are the people whose God is the Lord. The cup of tried David is far better than that of proud Belshazzar; none are so comforted as those to whom the Holy Spirit is Comforter.