The promise of spring. And the promise of joy in the morning.
Psalm 30:5 promises that “weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning.”
Our season has changed, and we are getting into those days when dreariness and dampness will be the normal. Thankfully, there is actually sunshine today. However, the knowledge of what is coming can get me down. They are promising lots of snow this year. And lots of cold. (I am not sure who “they” are, but we have been warned.)
I was looking at this beautiful painting hanging in our living room that Mary’s sister gave us.
Winter is definitely on the way and I will long to see sunshine. On the few days when there is actually sunshine, I will sit outside surrounded by snow and freezing temperatures. Looking at this painting, I started thinking about spring. No matter how bad winter is this year, the beautiful Ukrainian Spring will come. Sooner or later.
Of course, my metaphorical mind started thinking about my life. I have had some really dark days in the past couple of years. Even to the point where it was hard to believe there was light anywhere. But the weeping never lasts forever. Joy eventually does come. It’s a promise. And my Father always keeps His promises.
Today, I am thankful for the promise of Spring. And I am thankful for the promise of Joy.