"My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels" (Psalm 22: 14).
Our blessed Lord experienced a terrible sinking and melting of soul. "The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity, but a wounded spirit who can bear?" (Proverb 18: 14). Deep depression of spirit is the most grievous of all trials. Believer, humbly adore the King of glory as having more mental distress and inward anguish than anyone among us. As our faithful High Priest, He can be touched with a feeling of our infirmities. Especially let those of us whose sadness spirngs directly from the withdrawal of a present sense of our Father's love enter into near and intimate communion with Jesus. Do not give way to despair, since through this dark room the Master has passed since through this dark room the Master has passed before us. Our souls may sometimes long and faint and thirst to behold the light of the Lord's countenance. Come in, strong and deep love of Jesus, like the sea at the flood in spring tides, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares, lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord's feet. There let me lie, a poor broken shell, washed up by His love, having no virtue or value. Only venturing to whisper to Him that if he will put His ear to me, He will hear within my heart faint echoes of the vast waves of His own love which have brought me where it is my delight to lie, even at His feet forever.