Weeping May Endure For The Night But Joy Comes In The Morning

‘Night’ is used in this psalm and song figuratively though I find it often to be true in reality as well – dark, rainy nights are harder than times of bright sunshine and singing birds. Times when we are physically alone are harder than when a friend is right next to us and those ‘alone’ times are happening more often lately whether by reality or perception.

After I woke up this morning I began checking a main social media site and realized I almost immediately began to feel worse. Then I thought of another friend who said they were having struggles and had to take a break from that particular site. I put my phone down, got up and started to get ready. I also began thinking about something to keep my mind busy – our bees. My brain also seems to have its own jukebox with a word search function built in. I hear a word and a song gets triggered. “Praise”, “morning”, “joy”, and “wonderful day” set off a slew of uplifting songs and songs crying out to God for help.

We may not be hiding out in cave while in the midst of being pursued by a king who wants us dead, like David was when he wrote this psalm, yet our struggles are not any less real or important. You are not any less important.

Psalm 30 King James Version (KJV)

30 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.