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Joy Comes In the Morning


Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.  Psalm 30:5b

We recently celebrated the birthday of our fifth child, Trevor. Prior to Trevor’s arrival, we had been living through a season of devastating financial hardship. We felt as if we had barely made it out of a deep dark valley, leaving us weary, bruised, and shaken.  And although we had gained much wisdom and strength through that difficult situation, we still found ourselves in need of hope, longing for joy.

And along came our Trevor, and with him a sliver of hope and much joy.

The hope of a future. A new purpose.  A ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds.  Evidence that we survived the storm, and that life would go on. A precious baby boy coming into this world, into our own tiny world. A pause in the pain. A halt in the weeping.  A gift from God.  A treasure.  Absolute Joy.

Yes, it is indeed joy that comes to mind most often when I speak of Trevor.  I am amazed at the joy he brings to others.  He has such a sweetness about him; such a love for those around him; such a tender heart.   There is no doubt he has touched many lives already.  I am certain God has a great assignment for him, and I pray he will someday carry it out.

And perhaps he is already doing so in his own little five-year old way — with every sweet smile, every unexpected hug, every sincere “I love you so much”. Every time he is eager to help mop the gym floor after ballgames, refill mom’s water bottle, or hold the door open for an elderly lady, all without being told to do so.  Or when he reminds us so confidently, “You know, God is always with you”.   Nothing eloquent, just an ordinary little boy unknowingly bringing joy to the hearts of many.

Yes, joy really does come with the morning.  Some of our troubled days seem so very long and unbearable.  Some of them drag on for months, sometimes years. But if we stick them out, all the while looking up for our glimmer of hope, the weeping will eventually cease and the joy will return.  Maybe through the presence of a child.  Maybe by some other means.  But hope can be found. Joy can be known.

And just as Trevor has brought joy to so many by living in his everyday, ordinary way, we too can become joy-givers by living with the intent to bless others.  I challenge you to find someone who needs joy in their life, and ask God to show you how to be the source of their joy today.

And if it’s you who needs some joy today, dear friend, I understand.  May I encourage you to not give up? Strive to look past this hard place with all of its pain, fear, and uncertainties.  Search for the hope God has placed before you. Keep your eyes open for it.

And, joy… Oh, my friend, joy is near. It’s just around the bend; it’s about to be revealed; hang in there, sweet friend, it’s almost morning. And with the morning, joy will be yours once again.



I'm a wife, a mom, and a mia (my own special word for grandma). You may or may not be these things, and that’s okay. Chances are we're still a lot alike. I’m certain we share some of the same struggles and ponder many of the same questions. We're busy and we're tired -can I get an amen? Yet, here we are, trying to live meaningful lives, positively impact those around us, and add a little sunshine wherever we go. But it’s not easy, is it? We mess up. Life gets tough. We find ourselves in need of a friend. Someone to encourage us, stand by us, and speak truth into us. To remind us we are not alone. That, sweet sister, is where I hope to come in - not with all the answers (I’m still searching for some myself), but with a genuine concern for you and a desire to walk alongside you on this incredible -and oftentimes arduous- journey called life.

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