Jenny Lind, the sweet singer of Stockholm, of whom many has written and commended the wonderful quality of her voice and the charm of the songs she sang. But very few people realize that she owed voice and her songs to the school of suffering and sorrow as to the academy where her powers were developed. Her childhood was full of sadness.
The woman with whom she lived locked her in her room each day when she went to work; the only means the child found of spending the long hours was to sit by the window and sing to herself. One day a music teacher in the city passing by heard the voice of the unseen singer and detected its possibilities. He called a friend to his side, and together they listened to the wonderful voice within. They got in touch with the child's guardian and made arrangements for the lonely and almost friendless girl to be given her chance.
There were many difficulties to be overcome, but step by step she mounted the ladder of fame. She astounded London, Paris, Vienna, Berlin, and New York. Some say there never was such a voice, trilling like the thrush, pure as the note of the lark. But those who knew her best realized how the sorrows of her childhood gave a richness and depth to her song that otherwise would have been unattainable.
She herself once wrote:
In vain I seek for rest
In all crees me cry for God.
And safe at rest I cannot be
Until my heart finds rest in Thee.
Never for a moment think that the Lord is unaware of what you are going through. Help is on the way. Heb 13:5 “Be ye free from the love of money; content with such things as ye have: for himself hath said, I will in no wise fail thee, neither will I in any wise forsake thee.”