June 17, 2022

“For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” (Psalm 30″5)

My desk is oriented in such a way that the windows in this room are behind me. I have my face in this monitor from the time my eyes open (very often before 5 a.m.) til I can’t keep them open any longer (generally 11 p.m.). The day passes behind me. Until I have to get up from the desk and get something or do something. Just this morning …

As I turned in my desk chair to toddle off to the kitchen, of course I noticed the sun is up (it’s about time, too … I think I’m the only one who knows when the sun is late to work. Wink!) and say, Good morning, sun! Aren’t you beautiful? ! And as I meander into the kitchen, I think to myself, The sun is as beautiful as the Father’s Son and gives a hint of what His brightness is. “

23 And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. (Rev 21:23).

That light, that sun, that Son shines and never burns the skin, never causes thirst (‘give to me this living water’ – woman at the well), never hurts the eyes or causes the body to perspire in discomfort.

The Son lights my days, let’s me sleep in dreamless comfort, and helps me to appreciate all that I have and all that He’s given me.

Joy cometh in the morning. Every morning.


2 thoughts on “Joy”

  1. The Cat Stevens version of this lovely song is far and away my favourite. I listened to it multiple times the morning my mother died when I was driving from the hospice back to my father’s house. Lovely, lovely.

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