“O partner of my gladness, wife, what care, what grief, is there
For me you would not bravely face, with me you would not share?”
One of the saddest things about life is the waste of its blessings. Hearts go hungry while close by, within easy reach, lays the bread which would satisfy their craving. The fainting fall in the struggle while close at hand are strong arms which could easily support them. Even in the closest relationships there is ofttimes a pitiful waste of joy and help. In many homes where hearts are really full of love the individuals fail to relate themselves to each other in such a way as to receive one from another what each yearns to give by sweet ministry. There are many marriages that fail to bring the wedded lives into that perfect union and communion whereby one life shares all its best with the other.
There are husbands who do not get the help from their wives that their wives would love to give. They do not take them at all into their deepest, most real life. A man shares with his wife the pleasant things — the encouragements, the successes, the triumphs, the joys and prosperities. He calks over with her the light, easy things that he is doing. But the burdens, the discouragements, the adversities and the failures he does not tell her of, nor does he discuss with her the grave, serious questions that cause him perplexity and loss of rest.
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