The Joy of Advent: Day 21

 

Joy (9)

Sing praise to the Lord, you saints of His,
And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.

For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for life;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning.”

(Psalm 30:4-5, NKJV)

“Promise of Joy”

This weeping.
Your weeping.
You have tried to stop it.
Keep it hidden from those who know and love you.
Not wanting to cast a gloom on the preparations
for the celebration of the birth of the Messiah.

And you have been successful.
Smiling when others are around.
But needing hiding spaces.
to let it out:
The bathroom.
Your pillow.
Your car.

It continues.
This weeping. 
This anguish.
This sorrow.
This aching of the heart.
This weariness of the soul.
It has lasted longer than you ever thought it could.
Sapped your strength.
Made even ordinary tasks seem monumental.
But you are holding on with everything you have.
Trying to hold everything together.
And you have not let go of hope.
Even through the tears.

Dear One,
He sees you.
And He is holding you.
Even around the jagged edges.
And whispering this truth to you.
Listen.
“This weeping. This anguish. It has an end date on it.
The night will end. Morning is coming. Morning is coming.
And with it joy.
The joy known only to those who endured the night.
Reached again and again for grace.
White-knuckled hope.
Whispered broken Hallelujahs.
Kept on trusting.
Chose to say, like Habakkuk, “Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.”
This is His promise of joy.
And He, your
exceeding joy, will keep it.

© E. W. Wright December 2016

 

5 thoughts on “The Joy of Advent: Day 21

  1. Joy, unspeakable joy that is ours when we choose to trust in the Promise Keeper. Thank you for glad tidings, the words of comfort, hope with direction to obtainable Joy.
    Thank you Abba Father for gifted, inspired writers that gives us our needed “vitamin” for the day.

  2. I love the imagery of being held, even around my jagged edges by the Father. I love that He is not intimidated by our prickly parts, our places of weeping. I realize that you published this some time ago, but it is right on time for my current transition… Love and blessing…

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