"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. "
Today I looked out the back window of the prep kitchen at work and noted the cold, snow, and dim light. It has been a long winter. And the cold only seems to be getting colder some days even though it's already March.
"What if we lived in a world where we never knew for sure spring would come?" I asked my coworker. "What if some years winter lasted all year long, and we never knew for sure if the weather would ever be different?"
"Oh, that would be awful!"
Later, I walked out the back door to take the trash out and admired the late afternoon sun I'd missed looking out the back kitchen window. In an instant I remembered that God is not sadistic or cruel...and why.
He's not cruel because spring always comes after the hard winter. He made it that way. And actually He makes everything that way: showy flowers after dead seeds, butterflies after dead caterpillars, rain after drought. It's as simple as that. He always makes "amazing-ness" after "dead-ness."
Joy comes.
And my guess is that it CANNOT BE STOPPED. It's coming. It has to. It's the way it works around here, folks.
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That was a very good thing to read this morning, dear! Thank you! I read it to Mum and Dad, and he smiled and said, "That's GOOD."
And just to prove my point, today was unexpectedly sunny and almost 40 degrees--snow is melting in rivulets down the road sides. "Aslan" is on the move.
I love you. You are beautiful, and so is this truth.
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