Two events happened in my life that reminded me that we can not escape sadness.
What I have learned is that we should not be afraid of it, though. Disappointment and sorrow, at one time or another, will come to each of us. This sorrow is a gentle teacher. Emerson reminds us that
“All loss, all gain, is particular…it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered. The infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.”
Sorrow passes.
And there is no new sorrow. Nothing that we will be called on to bear has not been borne before. Doesn’t that quiet your soul? Should be murmur at our lot when unnumbered mourning hearts, as sensitive, as true, as loving, as our own, have been breaking under the weight of the same sorrow that stalls us today? And they have met wthis grief, whatever it may be, and have conquered it. Shouldn’t we now try to bear our cross more bravely than any that have gone before us, so that we can give strength and courage to the weary ones who must bear it after us?
Every day of meeting sorrow superby makes the life grander. Every tear that falls from one’s own eyes gives a deeper tenderness of look, of touch, of word, that will soothe another. Sorrow is not given to us along that we mourn. It is given to us that, having felt, suffered, wept, we can understand, and love, and bless.
Take hold of your sorrow.
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