I’ve missed writing. Sometimes, writing is hard when the weeping tarries. Like the watchman of Psalm 130 who stood on the walls, peering into the darkness, waiting desperately for the dawn’s liberating light. So I too hope in the gift that comes with the dawn.
Psalm 30:5 For his anger is but for a moment, and his favour is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
In the dark of night, the weeping may tarry. Yet put your hope in the God of new days and bright sunrises. Wait and watch like the watchmen long for the dawn. For the favour of God is for a lifetime, and his joy comes with the morning. To the praise of His glory.