I remember singing praise at church a few weeks ago
Though sorrow may last through the night, joy comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5).
I remember thinking as I sang the song, "Well...God, joy doesn't come in the morning for me. The only thing that comes in the morning is pain."
I've been struggling with that verse. Joy comes in the morning? Really? No... not for me.
Yesterday, I particularly struggled with it. I had another test, and it showed another thing wrong with my body. I was really holding onto the hope that it was all in my mind and they wouldn't find anything wrong...but they did. And... I found out in the morning. It really sucked.
"Joy sure comes in the morning (sarcasm)," I thought.
God... My heart is hopeful and yet it hurts. Is that even possible? Why would you even say that? Why are there false hopes?
I wrestled with that as I went to bed.
This morning, I heard a bird land on my window. I sat up and looked through my blinds to see a dove again. This time, it brought another friend because there were 2! Not just one dove, but two doves :). As weird as it sounds, this brought me great joy. God loves me, and He sent two doves to show me.
Joy really does come in the morning. I guess for me, in the form of a dove :).