Blessed Are They Who MournFor they will be comforted
There is a Calvary-Cross on which one hangs alone, untended by even the nearest and dearest.
But beside that Cross, there stands another, and to My dear ones I say little, I hang there afresh beside each one through the hours of the heart’s agony.
Have you ever thought of the Joy that the patient, gentle, loving obedience of My disciples brings to My heart? I know no Joy such as the Joy I feel at the loving trust of a dear one.
The wounds in the Hands and Feet hurt little conpared with the wounds in the Heart that are the wounds, not of My enemies, but of My friends.
Little doubts, little fears, little misunderstandings. It is the tender trifles of a day that gladden My Heart. I that speak unto you, am He—your Master.