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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Morning Comes

Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning. —Psalm 30:5 NLT

Yesterday, I sat beside you, holding your limp hand. You slept most of the time, but sometimes your eyes would open just a little and stare into a world that I don’t know.  Even though you couldn’t speak or respond, I spoke to you. I sang hymns you love. Grady came to visit. I told you that he had come. I was moving around you at one point when I noticed a wetness on your cheeks. Your chin trembled a little. You knew we were with you.

We are losing you. I thought it was hard with Mama, but it is nothing like this. Writing about the pain helps for a while, but often it resurfaces with a sting which tears the heart to shreds. But I can’t live by the feelings pain brings, or they would consume me. They are real. I will not deny they are there, but with His help, I can’t allow them to claim my mind. With the Word to encourage and guide me, I will make it through dark days that never seem to end. I can do all things with His strength and grace.

Weeping lasts for the night, but the Lord promises that joy will come with the morning. This will not last forever. This night of heartbreak will end. Morning will come. One day, Daddy, you will square dance joyfully again. I remind myself every day that the Lord’s strongest children are those who, in the night of weeping, choose to believe in the promise of joy in the morning.

© 2017 Lynn Lacher

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