Our mourning shall last but until morning.
God will turn our winter's night, into a summer's day, our sighing, into singing,
our grief, into gladness, our mourning, into music, our bitter, into sweet, our wilderness, into a paradise.
The life of a Christian is filled up with interchanges of sickness, and health, weakness, and strength, want, and wealth, disgrace, and honor, crosses, and comforts, miseries, and mercies, joys, and sorrows, mirth, and mourning.
All honey would harm us, and all wormwood would undo us; a composition of both is the best way to keep our souls in a healthy constitution. It is best and most for the health of the soul that the warm south wind of mercy, and the cold north wind of adversity both blow upon it. And though every wind which blows, shall blow good to the saints; yet certainly their sins die most, and their graces thrive best, when they are under the frigid, drying, nipping north wind of calamity as well as under the warm, nourishing south wind of mercy and prosperity.
[Thomas Brooks]
Psalm 30:5 … For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.❤
