"Our longest sorrows have an ending, and there is a bottom to the
profoundest depths of our misery. Our winters shall not frown
forever; summer shall soon smile. The tide shall not eternally ebb
out; the floods must retrace their march. The night shall not hang
its darkness forever over our souls; the sun shall yet arise with
healing beneath its wings.
Despair not, then, afflicted believer; He that turned the captivity
of Job can turn your captivity. He shall make your vineyard again to
blossom and your field to yield her fruit. You shall again come
forth with those that make merry, and once more shall the song of
gladness be on your lip.
Let not despair rivet his cruel fetters about your soul. Hope yet,
for there is hope concerning this matter. Trust still, for there is
ground of confidence- He shall bring you up again, rejoicing, out
of captivity, and you shall yet sing to His praise--
"You have turned my mourning into dancing: you have
put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness."
Let us come to the vineyard with our Lord, and eat from the sweet fruit of His precious Word today.