Weeping may endure in the night, but joy comes in the morning….this picture gives me hope!

It’s no secret that our lives are busy. It’s as if someone pushed the “extreme” button in the new millennial and we started racing to the finish line. Is it technology—the smart (or not-so-smart phones), tablets, and other devices that keep us sooooo connected via all of the social networking sites? Is it the fact that we are minutes away from finding out any piece of information we’d like.
I’m not sure why we are so busy, but I’m trying my best to learn to enjoy the ride…to enjoy the moments that seem rather mundane and dull.
Like…getting little Miss Kayla dressed in the morning. That little 3.5 year old (now 5.5 and asking about her 6th birthday party!) can say some profound things, as most little kids this age. It’s as if their unfiltered little minds point to the obvious yet often missed realities in such a high paced world.
During a fierce storm the other night (the kind with claps of thunder and rain beating against the window so hard that you wonder if the rain will burst through the window), Kayla said out loud that she was afraid. This storm was really bad…so we let her fall asleep in my bed until her dad came to carry her to her own bed.
But, when Kayla got up the next morning and I helped her get dressed, she simply said: “Mommy, I’m not afraid of the thunder any more.”
She remembered that last night had been rough and scary. But she also pointed to a theological message when she said she was not afraid anymore.
I told her it was morning now and it had stopped raining.
I stopped and smiled. It is morning now! It has stopped raining! I am not afraid anymore.
Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. (See Psalm 30:5)
You might be scared tonight, in the midst of the storm, as you hear the rain beating against the window of your life; you may wonder how long it will last? How severe it will get? What collateral damage will it take with it?
But, be encouraged. The morning will come. The rain will stop.
And, you too, can proclaim like little theologian Kayla: I’m not afraid of the thunder any more. It is morning!

Are you in the midst of a night time storm or are you in the morning season of life? We all go through both day and night…and that’s good news!