Weeping may tarry for the night...
I cried out.
Lord, but when will my morning come?
because it feels like God isn't answering me.
but I am running out.
I am weary.
I have nothing left.
I've said yes to anything and anywhere.
but I feel like God is sitting silently
on His throne.
I am to make Him known,
to praise Him through the storm.
but when do the storms stop coming?
...but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5b
And You answered.
Luca - bringer of light
Nehemiah - God's comfort
...for this day is holy to our Lord. And do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength. Nehemiah 8:10b
We rejoice in the birth of our son, but we do not forget. Our mourning has not been replaced, joy has just been added to our grief. This is a place where sorrow and joy meet, a grief journey. a delicate dance. This is a new season to navigate, one with more love and more joy and more praise. One with sweet memories and still-dark days. One of tears. both bitter and sweet.
Here's to the journey; the future, the past and most certainly, the present.