Sorrow is a beautifully painful thing. Maybe Marya was right. How can we truly experience joy without sorrows? And, rather than blame, I need to remember: it is He who sends our sorrows, not men—they are but the tools.
This is helpful for me to remember as I move into the next phase of motherhood: the empty nest.
Sorrow is a beautifully painful thing. Maybe Marya was right. How can we truly experience joy without sorrows? And, rather than blame, I need to remember: it is He who sends our sorrows, not men—they are but the tools.
This is helpful for me to remember as I move into the next phase of motherhood: the empty nest.
What a gift Tolstoy’s words are.