Streams in the Desert October 4 Daily Devotional

So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning (Job 42:12).
Through his griefs Job came to his heritage. He was tried that his
godliness might be confirmed. Are not my troubles Intended to deepen my character and to robe me in graces I had little of
before? I come to my glory through eclipses, tears, death. My ripest fruit grows against the roughest wall. Job's afflictions
left him with higher conceptions of God and lowlier thoughts of himself. "Now," he cried, "mine eye seeth thee."
And if, through pain and loss, I feel God so near in His majesty
that I bend low before Him and pray, "Thy will be done," I gain
very much. God gave Job glimpses of the future glory. In those
wearisome days and nights, he penetrated within the veil and could say, 'I know that my Redeemer liveth." Surely the latter end of Job was more blessed than the beginning.
--In the Hour of Silence.
"Trouble never comes to a man unless she brings a nugget of gold in her hand."
Apparent adversity will finally turn out to be the advantage of the right if we are only willing to keep on working and to wait
patiently. How steadfastly the great victor souls have kept at
their work, dauntless and unafraid! There are blessings which we
cannot obtain if we cannot accept and endure suffering. There are joys that can come to us only through sorrow. There are revealings of Divine truth which we can get only when earth's fights have gone out There are harvests which can grow only after the plowshare has done its work. --Selected.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive
characters are seamed with scars; martyrs have put on their
coronation robes glittering with fire, and through their tears have the sorrowful first seen the gates of Heaven. --Chopin.
I shall know by the gleam and glitter Of the golden chain you wear,
By your heart's calm strength in loving, Of the fire you have had to bear.
Beat on, true heart, forever;
Shine bright, strong golden chain; And bless the cleansing fire
And the furnace of living pain! --Adelaide Proctor.