No more tears

Yesterday morning, after 10 hours of deep sleep, I had a tough time facing the day. There wasn't anything at all in the day to dread. It was just one of those days when staying in bed a few extra hours...or days...or years... seemed to have its advantages. I soon realized that this was a spiritual battle, and instead of wallowing I'd better get busy fighting. So, I listened to my psalms for the day, and pulled out Charles Spurgeon's Morning and Evening. The entry from the morning of August 23 really ministered to me, and reminded me that I can get out of bed because there will come a time when everything is made new. This is just temporary. I copy it below for your edification on this Sabbath day. There are several places you can access this classic online, but the place I found this is here.

"The voice of weeping shall be no more heard."
--Isaiah 65:19

The glorified weep no more, for all outward a causes of grief are gone. There are no broken friendships, nor blighted prospects in heaven. Poverty, famine, peril, persecution, and slander, are unknown there. No pain distresses, no thought of death or bereavement saddens. They weep no more, for they are perfectly sanctified. No "evil heart of unbelief" prompts them to depart from the living God; they are without fault before His thrown, and are fully conformed to His image. Well may they cease to mourn who have ceased to sin. They weep no more, because all fear of change is past. They know that they are eternally secure. Sin is shut out, and they are shut in. They dwell within a city which shall never be stormed; they bask in a sun which shall never set; they drink of a river which shall never dry; they pluck fruit from a tree which shall never wither. Countless cycles may revolve, but eternity shall not be exhausted, and while eternity endures, their immortality and blessedness shall co-exist with it. They are for ever with the Lord. They weep no more, because every desire is fulfilled. They cannot wish for anything which they have not in possession. Eye and ear, heart and hand, judgment, imagination, hope, desire, will, all the faculties, are completely satisfied; and imperfect as our present ideas are of the things which God hath prepared for them that love him, yet we know enough, by the revelation of the Spirit, that the saints above are supremely blessed. The joy of Christ, which is an infinite fulness of delight, is in them. They bathe themselves in the bottomless, shoreless sea of infinite beatitude. That same joyful rest remains for us. It may not be far distant. Ere long the weeping willow shall be exchanged for the palm-branch of victory, and sorrow's dewdrops will be transformed into the pearls of everlasting bliss. "Wherefore comfort one another with these words."

Entry taken from Morning and Evening, by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892).