Pain is the great nullifier of hope. When we hurt we seldom can get a handle on “mounting up with wings like eagles.” It no longer is in our spiritual vocabulary. We may “flap” our wings, but flight isn’t an option. Something is holding us down.
Eagles learn to soar by using the air currents. Utilizing an updraft they are able to ascend to great heights that they wouldn’t be able to achieve by just flapping. I know of no greater updraft than suffering.
When all we got is hope, that is where we learn to ascend. Now there is a “half hope” that many will try to take. It may seem logical to take it, but it isn’t the kind of thing that can make us mount up like an eagle.
How do we ascend when life takes what matters? What do we do when our hope is crushed?
Losing hope, painful as that may seem, is a necessary step on the road to finding the real hope. When the last shard of our old hope is removed we are now ready for the real thing…a real hope for real people.
Authenticity isn’t an automatic. It comes when healing changes you. Fortunately God through His Holy Spirit want us to be believers who soar. This is a promise for you–
“For his anger is but for a moment,
and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.”
Psalm 30:5
Through God’s unfailing grace, our sorrows become easier to bear. In His divine plan, our sufferings can be sanctified. It can purify us, draw us closer to Him and make us stronger instruments in sanctifying the world. Christ Himself chose suffering as the divine means of saving mankind. We should pray, therefore, for the courage that can only come from Him who died for our sins. By looking at sorrow as a blessing in disguise, we shall regard it not as a sign of failure but as small prices to pay for the everlasting peace and joy of heaven.” 
“Any man can sing in the day. When the cup is full, man draws inspiration from it. When wealth rolls in abundance around him, any man can praise the God who gives a plenteous harvest… The difficulty is for music to swell forth when no wind is stirring. It is easy to sing when we can read the notes by daylight; but he is skillful who sings when there is not a ray of light to read by—who sings from the heart… Lay me upon the bed of languishing, and how shall I then chant God’s high praises, unless He Himself give me the song? No, it is not in man’s power to sing when all is adverse, unless an altar-coal shall touch his lip… Then, since our Maker gives ‘songs in the night,’ let us wait upon Him for the music”
Broken Believers 