Weeping may linger for a night, but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5
As a child, I remember my mother telling me to go to bed, things would look better in the morning. And so, I did, and they did. Another one of childhood’s crises passed and forgotten.
How true this has proved to be throughout life. I seem to do my best worrying in the middle of the night. I awake from a sound sleep, something comes to mind, and I’m off into one problem after another. A drink of water, a trip to the bathroom, back to worrying. And then, after seemingly hours of reviewing problems, both mine and the world’s, I fall asleep. And in the morning I can’t remember what I was worried about.
It seems there is so much to worry about – my family, our country, the world, everything. And, really, there is very little that we, individually, can do about any of it. God tells us to trust in him. The psalmist says, “you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me,” and “you turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.” Truly, “weeping may remain for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
As we go through the somber season of Lent, let us also keep our eye on the joy that comes with our Lord’s resurrection on Easter morning.