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.
...want...
...trust...
...patience...
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?
...wait...
...trust...
...dwell...
...but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5b
And You answered.
Luca - bringer of light
Nehemiah - God's comfort
Luca, you are an answer to prayer.
...such joy.
Luca, you are so loved.
Our little light.
Our morning.
...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.