1196. Every man has his secret sorrows of which the world knows not… ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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I want to weep, she thought.
I want to be comforted.
I’m so tired of being strong.
I want to be foolish and 
frightened for once.
Just for a small while,
that’s all….a day…..an hour.
~George R.R. Martin

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My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
~Corrie ten Boom

According to mom, I started walking around the age of 9 months, and a week or so after that she had to take me in for a check up with the doctor. During that visit he gave me one of those routine immunizations in my little derriere. When I got home that day, I went to take a few steps and fell landing right on the area of the injection. It hurt so much that mom said it was a few days before I’d try to walk again. The image above is a photo she took that day as I sat contemplating my sorrow. I’ve mentioned in previous posts that it has been my lot in life to deal with lots of physical pain, and from time to time I have to endure periods when it’s more prolonged and intense than usual. Sadly I can make no more sense of pain and suffering now than I did that day in the photo. Though I am a strong person, as of late there have been lots of tears, lots of doubts, lots of questions, and lots of needs for comfort. So tonight, I’m taking Shakespeare’s advice from MACBETH to see if that helps, “Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”

My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to Your word. ~Psalm 199:28  ✝

32 thoughts on “1196. Every man has his secret sorrows of which the world knows not… ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

  7. Oh, I love that photo of you! 💖. Yes, sometimes life is really storming, isn’t it? Too much at once…I know the feeling, not from physical pain, but there are many others….personally, I think it’s just part of this imperfect world, I don’t really think pain is a test. As physical beings, sadly, it’s just a part of our lives. All we can do is anchor ourselves in our perfect souls, and endure the pain from that perfect place of love. 💖

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  8. First you were (are) the cutest thing there ever was. So adorable. ❤️ I’m so sorry you’re experiencing so much torment. I’ve always known you are a incredibly strong and compassionate person. I knew someone who shows such deep compassion to others had heavy burdens to carry themselves. Sending you lots of love ❤️ And (((hugs))))

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  9. “Shared sorrow is half sorrow. Shared joy is doubled.” or something like that. Thank you for sharing your sorrow as well as your joy when it comes. Rest well, as God restores your courage and spirit. Gentle hugs to you. ❤

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