Blessings come from suffering, beauty for ashes! As is born out so well in Hebrews12:11,"Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby."
Praise is the voice of Faith ! Like a giant hand taking the honeycomb and squeezing it, and out comes the honey. Like Moses smiting the rock, but out came the water. Like the beautiful flower pressed and crushed, but out comes the perfume! Or like the beautiful music that comes from the throat of the bird, almost as though in pain, yet it comes forth with song. Even though the bird's song is sad, it's so sweet. The groans are not murmurs, but songs of praise and thanksgiving to God...a sad, sweet song! As a great poet once said,"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts." The heart of stone had to be broken before the water could flow out and refresh the people!
Lord, help us not to fight Thy crushing, Thy brusing,Thy smiting. Help us not to quench that beautiful song, even if it's sad, to thank Thee in spite of the sorrow. Help us to be willing to be smitten and crushed under Thy hand, to be squeezed and to be bruised, to be in agony of spirit, that we may give forth Thy sweetness, Thy fragrance, Thy beauty, Thy song, Thy refreshing waters. Out of what seems like defeat, come some of Thy greatest victories!
You could never appreciate the light unless you've been in darkness! You can't appreciate health unles you've been sick! You'll never appreciate joy until you've known sorrow! You can't appreciate God's mercy until you've known the Devil's justice!