There’s a quiet sorrow that sits with us, uninvited and unrelenting. It doesn’t always show up with a loud cry or dramatic scene. It simply lingers. Some days it feels like it wraps itself around you, a weight you don’t know how to shake off. But here’s the thing, sorrow isn’t just some random occurrence. It’s not an accident or something to just get through. It’s a part of the journey. And though we want to resist it, sorrow has a purpose that we often overlook in the middle of it.
Sorrow is not new. It’s been here as long as humanity has. We can see it all through the pages of Scripture, in the raw cries of the psalmist, in Job’s endless grief, and even in Jesus’ tears. It’s as old as the earth itself, woven into the very fabric of life. And while we often fight it-wishing we could avoid it-there’s something about sorrow that shapes us. It brings something to the surface that nothing else can. It doesn’t break us; it moulds us, sculpts us. It’s the unseen sculptor of strength and perseverance.
Oh lovely, I’m not going to sugarcoat the struggle. I don’t want to pretend like it’s easy to sit in sorrow, to walk through the pain, and feel the weight of it. I know it hurts. I know it feels like too much at times. And I don’t want to tell you “everything happens for a reason” just to make it all feel better. Because here’s the truth… sorrow will always be a part of your journey. There’s no getting around that. It’s not a once-in-a-lifetime thing; it’s a rhythm. A cycle. A reality we’ll face again and again. And that’s hard to accept.
But here’s the part I want you to take note of—sorrow will not defeat you. I know you don’t want to hear that right now, and I know you want an explanation, a reason why, but life’s questions don’t always have answers that satisfy us. What I can tell you is this-every time you go through sorrow, every single time, you come out stronger. You come out a little more grounded, a little more resilient, a little more aware of who you are and the strength God has placed inside you.
Sorrow doesn’t get to have the final say. And that’s powerful. Because what happens in the middle of sorrow is what changes us. It’s the refining process that transforms us.
And yes, it doesn’t always make sense, and sometimes it feels like too much to bear. But there’s something in you that rises, something in you that refuses to stay down, even when life feels heavy. You are stronger than you think. You’ve made it through pain before, and you’ll make it through again.
And while it will be part of your life-part of your story-it is not the story. The story is about what happens after. It’s about the strength you gain, the wisdom you collect, the peace that comes after the storm. The trust you’ve placed in Jesus, to guide you through as you lean into His promises.
Isaiah 60:20 says, “Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end.”
So, don’t be afraid of sorrow. Don’t be afraid of the hard moments. They’re not here to crush you. They’re here to build you. They don’t get to have the final word. Remember how you’ve pressed through before and know that you will do it again.
I don’t think I’ll fully understand all the things we must endure, well… not while I walk this earth. Maybe you feel that way too. Lovely, one day we will stand in the Heavenly place and understand God’s bigger picture for the sorrow we walked through. And then… it will all make sense.
Love, Sarah x.
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Feeling broken today. Waves of grief in the aftermath of losing my mum. Hard to see hope. This week, our kids had a wee pedigree lamb, their joy in a hard time. They bred it and it was thriving. One phonecall to say it was dead in the field. We cannot understand. But it has just shattered me this week. As soon as we feel we're lifting our heads, we feel crushed again. I know God is good and loves us. But I'm weary of everything right now.