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Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Psalm 30:5b

Such an incredible truth and amazing hope. I have so much to do and not enough time to do it, yet sometimes, when there is no time, you have to take what you don't have--and post.  This is such a time.

It's October 29, 2006. This past week has been one of reflection, and in some ways I think that for the rest of my life around this time I will be forced to pause from the present and look behind me--if but for a moment. Yet how much joy I have been given from such reflection--or rather, from Him who infused purpose when I could not comprehend any and hope when I could not see through darkness! I am undone.

To witness a humanly impossible situation--in which the death of hope is pronounced--and watch it then resurrect amidst stone - can words articulate what is simply called unspeakable grace? I have often thought that the richest truths rest on a plane transcending language; I am more inclined to hold to it now. 

Perhaps I sound as if I'm gushing. That's not my intent. Simply, I am happy. And not because of anything spectacular in my life, but because, well, joy comes in the morning. I once wrote that I desired "to look behind me and see distant thunderheads." And as I look around me and see my amazing friends, beautiful family, and majestic, faithful Abba, I know joy. The morning, even if it is but for a moment, has come upon me. 

You've come far, and though you're far from the end
You don't mind where you are, cause you know where you've been ...