“Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning” Psalm 30:5
Joy? How can there be joy in grief?
Well, the sun still rises and sets every day, and in splendor on many days. Children still laugh and invite us to join them in delighting in simple things. Rain still smells like rain. Flowers still bloom. Forests still beckon. People are still interesting. A personal relationship with God is still captivating. Although life for the grieving soul has changed forever, much of the joy of life still remains.
Years ago I carefully fed a premature newborn while her father and siblings dressed for her mother’s funeral. Sorrow and grief descended on this happy home when the mother was diagnosed with cancer while pregnant with this child. She died the day before the infant had gained enough weight to be discharged from the hospital.
One would expect to hear wailing in that home, void of a young, vibrant, loving, needed mother. I’m sure there were times of wailing, times of quiet tears, times of desperate longing. But on the morning of the funeral I heard a wondrous thing—laughter. For the most part the house was quiet and the family moved about in a sort of reverence. But when the father chased his four-year-old son up the stairs to help him get dressed, peals of laughter bounced off the walls and echoed into the room where I was caring for a sweet, tiny girl who would never know her birth mother.
I have never forgotten the laughter of that day. It gave me a message of hope. Grief does not have to drown one in sorrow always; there is room for joy and laughter too.
Prayer for today:
Dear Lord, as Thanksgiving Day approaches help me to be ever mindful of Your blessings, even in grief. Help me to be joyful and thankful even though we experience the pain of loss. Remind me that weeping endures for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.