There Is a Certainty of Recovery for the Worst Cases.

**Fenny West** Tue 11 Aug 2009, 2:33 pm

"Oh that I were as in months past."-Job 29:2

Numbers of Christians can view the past with pleasure, but regard the present with dissatisfaction; they look back upon the days which they have passed in communing with the Lord as being the sweetest and the best they have ever known, but as to the present, it is clad in a sable garb of gloom and dreariness. Once they lived near to Jesus, but now they feel that they have wandered from Him, and they say, "O that I were as in months past!" They complain that they have lost their evidences, or that they have not present peace of mind, or that they have no enjoyment in the means of grace, or that conscience is not so tender, or that they have not so much zeal for God's glory. The causes of this mournful state of things are manifold. It may arise through a comparative neglect of prayer, for a neglected closet is the beginning of all spiritual decline. Or it may be the result of idolatry. The heart has been occupied with something else, more than with God; the affections have been set on the things of earth, instead of the things of heaven.
A jealous God will not be content with a divided heart; He must be loved first and best. He will withdraw the sunshine of His presence from a cold, wandering heart. Or the cause may be found in self-confidence and self-righteousness. Pride is busy in the heart, and self is exalted instead of lying low at the foot of the cross. Christian, if you are not now as you "were in months past," do not rest satisfied with wishing for a return of former happiness, but go at once to seek your Master, and tell Him your sad state. Ask His grace and strength to help you to walk more closely with Him; humble yourself before Him, and He will lift you up, and give you yet again to enjoy the light of His countenance. Do not sit down to sigh and lament; while the beloved Physician lives there is hope, nay there is a certainty of recovery for the worst cases.

C.H. Spurgeon

Seek the Master's Face

Seek the Master's Face
He is the God of Hope
Run well the race of grace
Rise into His ray of hope.

In spite of present cloud
It's not over for you
Push past the crowd
He is waiting for You.

Forget now the past
Reach for what's ahead
The unseen that will last
Who says you are dead?

Just get rid of the pride
That wants to ruin or rob
Let it not take you for a ride
Crush it and rise from the sob.

Press to the finishing line
You have what it takes
I love you, You are Mine
Get over your mistakes.