Our sorrows are all, like ourselves, mortal. "There are no immortal sorrows for immortal souls." They come, but blessed be God, they also go. Like birds of the air, they fly over our heads. But they cannot make their abode in our souls. We suffer today, but we shall rejoice tomorrow.
[Charles H. Spurgeon]
Psalm 30:4-5 ... Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.❤
