Yes

Things will never be the same but for this, we have Jesus.

Receive Affliction with Courtesy

Count each affliction, whether light or grave,
God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou
With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;
And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave
Permission first his heavenly feet to lave;
Then lay before him all thou hast; allow
No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,
Or mar thy hospitality; no wave
Of mortal tumult to obliterate
Thy soul's marmoreal calmness. Grief should be
Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate;
Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;
Strong to consume small troubles; to commend
Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.

Aubrey Thomas de Vere, 1814-1902

Do Hearts Prove False...

Do hearts prove false when thine is true?
I know the bitter dart;
I was betrayed by one I loved--
I died of a broken heart.
I loved my own, they loved Me not,
My heart was lonely, too;
I'll never leave thee, child of Mine,
My loving heart is true.

Have courage, then, My faithful one,
I suffered all the way,
Thy sensitive and loving heart
I understand today;
Whate'er thy grief, whate'er thy care
Just bring it unto Me;
Yea, in thy day of trouble, call,
And I will answer thee.

--Susanne C. Unlauf

Sitting on Thistles

Sitting on thistles doesn't do them any Good. Takes all the Life out of them.
~Eeyore

No, it doesn't do them any Good at all. Doesn't do me much Good, either.

I have chosen to sit on thistles and I've just got to quit that. Although it is hard on the thistles, it is hard on me, too. I know it's going to hurt; it hurt before; it will hurt again.

But I can't seem to quit sitting on thistles.