I thought that life was so hard when I was a teenager, and I wept often. Looking back, my joy really did come in the morning, as I woke up and had a new day ahead of me. Now, as a mom and wife, I realize that the sorrows of my youth are nothing in comparison to my fears and anguish now. But no matter what life brings, I still find joy in the morning.
I find joy when I hear my daughter laugh as she wakes; I find joy when my husband's alarm goes off and he rolls over to kiss me good morning; I find joy as I realize that my good night's rest has made me forget my fears and tears of the previous evening; I find joy as I kneel to pray and thank the Lord for a new day.
What experiences have you had where you wept in the night, but found joy in the morning?