THE SOLITUDE OF SORROW

THE SOLITUDE OF SORROW

There are sorrows that the heart thinks that it only knows; and this is true, speaking naturally, and yet there is One who knows well the deepest, and far more than the deepest sorrow ever in our hearts. Sorrow is to me not only the deepest feeling known to the heart, but it is, I might say, the sublimest, because entirely one’s own. No one else can have the same. How aptly it suits one in sorrow to “sit alone”. How truly the heart can say, ‘My sorrow lies too deep for human sympathy’, and yet, as I have said, when the Lord joins you in this great solitude you will find in Him, as Mary did, that not only He knows your sorrow, but that His sorrow was deeper, beyond any comparison. This is hardly the time for you to get a clue to the meaning of the hurricane which seems to have spared nothing. In our moral world there is a needs-be for these violent gales. They may often precede greater mercies. It is only for you and for me to accept them, and be as assured of His love in the storm as in the mercy.