“Weeping may linger for the night,
but joy comes with the morning…
You have turned my mourning into dancing;
You have taken off my sackcloth
and clothed me with joy,
so that my soul may praise You and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.” (Psalm 30:5b,11,12)
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 Spurgeon