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The tears don’t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so.
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The tears don’t hurt me like that ache did. Stay here for a little while with me and keep your arm round me--so.
He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our affliction, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, through the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will still live, even if he dies.
Jesus wept.
The Jews therefore said, “See how much affection he had for him!”
Therefore you now have sorrow, but I will see you again, and your heart will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away from you.
For he does not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men.
Those who sow in tears will reap in joy.
He who goes out weeping, carrying seed for sowing, will certainly come again with joy, carrying his sheaves.
As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; neither will there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain any more. The first things have passed away.”
How long, Yahweh? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
He did not know how long he sat there or what was happening to him, but at last he moved as if he were awakening and he got up slowly and stood on the moss carpet, drawing a long, deep, soft breath and wondering at himself. Something seemed to have been unbound and released in him, very quietly.
But, you see, Jo wasn’t a heroine, she was only a struggling human girl like hundreds of others, and she just acted out her nature, being sad, cross, listless, or energetic, as the mood suggested.
Feeling this, Jo’s burden seemed easier to bear, duty grew sweeter, and life looked more endurable, seen from the safe shelter of her mother’s arms.
She gave him entire confidence, he gave her the help she needed, and both found consolation in the act.
Beth smiled and felt comforted, for the tiny thing seemed to offer its small friendship and remind her that a pleasant world was still to be enjoyed.
We won’t be miserable, but enjoy being together while we wait. We’ll have happy times, for I don’t suffer much, and I think the tide will go out easily, if you help me.
I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us.
We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.
I’m not ungrateful--and perhaps--when this horrible ache grows a little less--I’ll find that I can go on living.
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