"Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee who passing through the valley of weeping, make it a well" (Ps. 84:5, 6).
Comfort does not come to the light-hearted and merry. We must go down into "depths" if we would experience this most precious of God's gifts--comfort, and thus be prepared to be co-workers together with Him.
When night--needful night--gathers over the garden of our souls, when the leaves close up, and the flowers no longer hold any sunlight within their folded petals, there shall never be wanting, even in the thickest darkness, drops of heavenly dew--dew which falls only when the sun has gone.
"I have been through the valley of weeping,"As the earth needs the clouds and sunshine,
Our
souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross
from the gold to destroy.
"Oft we shrink from the purging and pruning,
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper the cutting and paring,
The
richer the cluster that grows.
"As we travel thro' life's shadow'd valley,
Fresh
springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses,
Are
blessings just sent in disguise.