As she stares at the freshly made mound of dirt and withering flowers, her heart weeps for the man who sleeps beneath that cold blanket of earth.  How will she ever make it without him?  The long days and lonely nights are sure to come and there is nothing to prepare her for this part of life's journey.  No words can console, no song can comfort, no person can reach inside and wipe away the tears that her heart silently cries.  She stands spent; resigned to be forever in mourning.  Openly, she wears the face of sorrow.

He is a lonely man though he has the world fooled.  He's never been big on crowds or relationships but he's learned to tolerate well.  He loved once only to have his reputation tainted by the very one he let his guard down with--someone he thought was a friend.  Why should he trust again?  The loneliness and monotony of life is sometimes too much for his mind but he carries his thoughts well hid. His smile reflects happiness and his ability to be cordial makes those around him envy his personality.  A jovial and friendly sort and yet he too, wears one of the many faces of sorrow.

There is the child who has been abused throughout his innocent years ...the daughter who is abandoned by those who conceived her ... the mother and baby slowly wasting away in the poverty stricken country ... the parents who watch their child laid to rest after tragedy strikes ... the soldier who comes home from battle with no welcome of gratitude ... the injured veteran who never gets a "thank you"..job loss ... terminal illness ... divorce ... financial ruin ... all wearing different faces of sorrow.

Even sin carries a face of sorrow.  What about the daughter who gives in momentarily and bears a child out of wedlock, the town drunk, or the affair that tears an innocent family apart?  Drug use.  Promiscuity. Abortion.  The list can go on and on, and scenarios can be illustrated as early as Eve's sin in the garden.  Her punishment was "greatly multiplied sorrow" along with "sorrow in bringing forth children."  Yet we see how God still loved her though her sorrow was self-inflicted and could have been prevented.  Thus said, sorrow will come to all of us at some point.  Whether it is sorrow from sin, sorrow from death, sorrow from pain, or even from a broken heart-if we live any length of time, sorrow will come.

How do we overcome sorrow?  This is not an easy question to answer but we can start by grasping the idea of where sorrow may dwell.  Deut. 28:65 talks about sorrow of mind. How many of us can relate to the jovial man who has the ability to fool the world into thinking he's happy?  All the while his mind is racing with thoughts of how he was betrayed by a once loyal friend and he never wants to trust again.  Prov. 15:13...sorrow of the heart.  What about the loving wife who finds solace in absolutely nothing now that her husband has died?  Most of us can testify that the death of a loved one is one of the more painful faces of sorrow and probably the most difficult to overcome.  Sometimes time does not heal a broken heart.  Job 17:7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow. Sorrow shows up in the eyes.  Luke 22:45...he found them sleeping for sorrow.