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The Sun Is Rising

The night can only last for so long.  The sun is rising.  It’s been so long since I would have felt that way, felt the light just flowing over me.  And in truth, I can’t say that it’s just pouring over in abundance, but hope is flowing.  Those storm clouds still loom, but above the clouds the sun is always shining.  Always.  Grace is always there.  In every moment even when I doubt, this knowledge is deeply rooted,I know it’s possible to reach out and touch the hands of Him who loves extravagantly.  This truth, this strength the Father keeps putting in me, this knowing that I can reach out at any time, is what keeps me fighting even in the lowest times.  It’s what keeps me from giving up.  I know for a lot of people lately it’s felt like this stormy night won’t ever pass, and for some it may storm darkly a while longer.  But, the sun is rising.  
These verses popped out at me today, may they speak to you as they did to me.

I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up 
and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
and you have healed me.
O Lord, you have brought up my soul
from Sheol;
You restored me to life from among
those who go down to the pit.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you His saints,
and give thanks to His holy name.
For His anger is but for a moment, 
and His favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night, 
but joy comes with the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity, 
"I shall never be moved."
But your favor, O Lord, 
You made my mountain stand strong;
You hid your face;
I was dismayed.
To you, O Lord, I cry,
and to the Lord I plead for mercy;
What profit is there in my death,
if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it tell of your faithfulness?
Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me!
O Lord, be my helper!
You have turned my mourning into dancing; 
You have loosened my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
-Psalm 30

He promises healing.  And how I've doubted that goodness.  It's beautiful, His Word.  I'm amazed that He could turn the season of mourning into a season of joy and dancing, gladness and wonder, praise and thankfulness.  This I know, these things He speaks of?  Those promises?  They are true.  We have only to reach out and accept.  We can try to put on fronts and try to manufacture some figment of joy and gladness, but it pales in comparison to His joy, this joy which speaks boldly with such gentle silence and truth.  So to all you out there with the seas tossing and turning your heart and darkness trying to press in, the Son is risen indeed!  And the light He created, it will flow.  Don't give up.   
The sun is rising.


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