Disappointment
Disappointment is like one of those sharp showers which sometimes burst on the garden out of a clear spring sky. For a minute or so the driving rain beats down, and the bright flowers which a moment before were lifting up their heads to the gay sunshine are wilting and bending beneath the crushing load. But the shower passes, and the sun shines down again upon flowers that are bent indeed beneath their load of bright raindrops, but are giving forth a fresh fragrance that could never have been distilled from them without that short tribulation. "Disappointment—His appointment, May 1944 |