My Joy Comes in the Morning

Psalm 30:5
Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.

Today was a hard day here for me. It was a cool, dreary day here and I am not sure if that affected my mood, but I had a heaviness in my heart that just seemed to progress as the day went on. I laughed and talked with my coworkers, but it was not how I felt. I really just wanted to come home, pull out Mason's memory box, crawl under my covers and have a good cry.

I am not going to lie, the amount of days that are pain filled is much less than they used to be. Does that mean that I miss Mason less? Absolutely not. I think as you grow in your grief you become able to focus more on the joy that comes in the morning. I am sure you all know that I do not mean the literal morning, but the joy that will come like the dawn on the great day when I am reunited with my son in the presence of my Savior.

So even though I weep today, I realize the weeping will last only for a (non-literal) night, for I know with all of my heart that my joy will come in the morning.