"Weeping endureth for a night, but joy comes in the morning." Psalms 30:5
Engraced on a cross, this verse hangs next to my bed. It is the first thing I can see nearly every morning. This was given to me by God during a really tough time in my life. I was out shopping and it just showed up in the displays. I had to own it.
When I look at this, I remind myself that things aren't always as bad as they seem. Most things, well, all things in life are transitory. Even me. I am reminded of Aunt Jane in Aunt Jane of Kentucky when she says to her neice, "Here is the caliker from her dress, but where is she?" Yeppers. I am dust. Worm food.
But, I am more. I am soul, heart, and love. It is the love I leave that matters, not the work I do even though that seems so very important and fills my days. That is nothing. Rather, it is the compassion I show. It is the reflection of the love our Father had for me that I shine on others.
As this week begins, I'm will try to remember that while it might seem like a dark day, the brightness of the Son will return.