I used to equate sorrow with weakness and delight with wickedness. My values were all messed up. I wanted to be in charge and the control of emotions and perceptions appealed so much to me.
Many times, I've fallen. Many times, I will probably still fall. In my life, recurring sins and their resulting temptation to feel condemned would always leave me running away from trusting God that He is in charge of me being made perfect. I should have realised earlier that in God's eyes, through Jesus Christ, I'm perfect. As long as I'm on this daily grind called borrowed life, I'm being made perfect. In that, I take comfort. With that, I'm sorrowful for the right reasons.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.