"My dear friend, when grief presses you to the dust, worship there!"

“My dear friend, when grief presses you to the dust, worship there!”
C.H. Spurgeon wrote these words. These words were penned and written among a field of thousands of sermons. These gems are gleaned and shared for you and me in the book: Beside Still Waters, Words of Comfort for the Soul,C.H. Spurgeon/ Editor Roy H. Clarke.
When I was in great need of comfort, a friend sent me this book. For this I am forever grateful. God was watching over me. He is always in control. Old words written were now opened to help restore my soul.
Thoughts run here, there, and everywhere – especially when one is going through a crisis-and there are times when we need help from Someone to lead us “beside still waters.” (Psalm 23).
I share words that have been written many years past:
“My dear friend, when grief presses you to the dust, worship there! Remember David’s words, ‘Pour out your heart.’ But do not stop there; finish the quotation. “Pour out your heart before Him.” Turn your heart upside down, empty it, and let every drop run out. “Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us.” (Psalm 62:8).(Beside Still Waters, pg.49, Yet Will I Trust Him)
Spurgeon continues: “When you are bowed down beneath a heavy burden of sorrow, worship and adore God there. In full surrender to His divine will, say with Job, “Though He slay me, yet I will trust Him” (Job 13:15). This kind of worship subdues the will, arouses the affections, stirs the whole mind, and presents you to God in solemn consecration…”
This last sentence, I circled with stars and even wrote it again at the bottom of the page: “This worship sweetens sorrow and takes away its sting.”
So, in turn, Spurgeon encouraged me to run to the songs.
I received air in my lungs and breath again from words of an old hymn. I opened to the light “Be Still My Soul.”
Worship Him there, in restlessness and pain. Worship Him and speak aloud, “Be still my soul.”
“Be still my soul. The Lord is on Thy side, bear patiently, the cross of grief or pain. Leave to Thy God, to order and provide. In every change, He faithful will remain. Be still my soul, thy Best and Heavenly Friend -through thorny ways- leads to a joyful end.”( Katherina A. von Schlegel 1752).
It’s the books that refresh. Not a shopping trip or vacation. It’s old words on some pages. It’s the word of God and hymns and devotional phrases.
The old words. I opened them up. And today, let us open them again. Let us read aloud hymns and devotions and be lifted up. At a turn of the page, I share another hymn:
 I Will arise and Go to Jesus.
” Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and pow’r.
A devotional and hymn book are a living remedy to a broken heart. Words that live begin to remind me, it might not be well with my life or my even my broken heart, but because the Lord loves me,
“It is Well With My soul.”
God, the Creator, the Lover of my soul – He is in control. The words remind me what I had forgot:
“When Satan does buffet, and trials do come. Let this blessed assurance control: That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, and He’s shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well with my soul.
 It is well, it is well with my soul.” 
Oh how words comfort and restore. Yesterday, today, and until the final test. God has not left us, He draws near. His word and the hymns caress.
“When grief presses you to the dust, worship Jesus there!
Thank you C.H. Spurgeon for reminding me that “This worship sweetens sorrow and takes away the sting.”
“The Lord is my strength and my song, and He is become my salvation!”(Exodus 15:2).
Let us go on, with our eyes up, not out on the broken horizon, and let us sing a song that will carry our heavy feet onward.
It might not be well with our circumstances and our hearts, but in Jesus, He’s covered us and washed us and loved us complete. We can take a breath, and bring a sacrifice of sound and sing, “It is well, it is well with my soul.“