Joy Comes in the Morning

Have you ever lived through that night that seems like it will never end? When you lie down and the weight on your chest is so heavy that sleep feels impossible. When the hours crawl by and you stare at the ceiling thinking: how long?

David knew that night. He wept, he cried out, he wrote psalms of despair. And he also wrote this verse — because one day the morning came.

The night has a limit. Weeping has an expiration date. Anger lasts a moment; God's favor lasts a lifetime. That proportion is in Scripture not by accident — it is the truth of the experience of someone who went through the pain and survived to tell about it.

You are not in the night forever. The sun hasn't disappeared; it's just on the other side of the horizon, waiting for the right moment to return. And when God's morning comes — and it will come — you will understand what joy born of contrast is, light that shines brighter because it came after the dark.

Hold on. The morning is on its way.