Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.
How happy are tried Christians,
No calm is deeper than that which follows a storm.
Who has not rejoiced in the sparkling sunshine after the rain?
After climbing the hill of difficulty, we sit down in the shade to rest.
After journeying through the valley of humiliation,
after fighting with the prince of darkness,
the Shining One appears with the healing branch from the tree of life.
Our sorrow, like the passing wake of a vessel upon the sea,
leaves a silver line of holy light behind it,
Sweet deep peace follows the horrible turmoil which once reigned in our guilty souls.
The Christian receives the best things last.
But even his worst things are afterward good things,
just as difficult plowing yields a joyful harvest.
Even now he grows rich by his losses,
he rises by his falls,
he lives by dying,
and becomes full by being emptied.
Since his grievous affliction yield him so much peaceable fruit in this life,
what will be the full measure of joy
If he can sing in a dungeon,
how sweetly will he sing in heaven!
If difficulties seem good to him now,
what will be the overflowing goodness of God to him then?
Who would not bear the present cross for the crown which will come
But patience is required
for the rest is not for today,
and the triumph is not for the present,
and let patience have her perfect work.
~Spurgeon-Morning and Evening