Happy New Month

The streams of living water are not dried up by the parching heats of sultry midsummer any more than they were frozen by the cold winds of blustering winter.  

The seasons change but God never changes. The Lord abides forever and the streams of His love are as deep, as broad and as full as ever. 

The heats of business cares and scorching trials make me need the cooling influences of the river of His grace; I may go at once and drink to the full from the inexhaustible fountain, for in summer and in winter it pours forth its flood.
 
The upper springs are never scanty, and blessed be the name of the Lord, the nether springs cannot fail either.
 
Elijah found Cherith dry up, but Jehovah was still the same God of providence.
 
Job said his brethren were like deceitful brooks, but he found his God an overflowing river of consolation.
 
The Nile is the great confidence of Egypt, but its floods are variable; our Lord is evermore the same.
 
By turning the course of the Euphrates, Cyrus took the city of Babylon, but no power, human or infernal, can divert the current of divine grace.
 
The tracks of ancient rivers have been found all dry and desolate, but the streams which take their rise on the mountains of divine sovereignty and infinite love shall ever be full to the brim.
 
Generations melt away, but the course of grace is unaltered. 
 
“Men may come, and men may go, but our God go on forever.”
 
Rejoice, O my soul, for God in His infinite mercy spared me to testify of the faithfulness of the Lord. 
 
Happy New Month

 

Charles Spurgeon