My writing well was dry. Hard as I tried, I could not think of my message for this blog. This rarely happens, but today it did. I think I am tired, maybe even exhausted, probably from all of the packing and moving. And a few other, unnamed things. But I wanted to keep my commitment (to myself) to write one blog post weekly, and tonight was the night this week’s post needed to be written.
I decided to go back and look at previous blog posts, hoping for inspiration. And I found it. While I won’t name the exact post, for it really doesn’t matter, I found the inspiration I was lacking. And the inspiration I found was not in my words, but in the words of someone who replied to one of my blog posts. We never really know when someone’s words will touch another’s heart. But if something is in our heart, we should put the words out there, and while we might not know how they will touch another, they likely will.
Winter is almost over, and there are signs of spring. While we know the seasons do not necessarily come at the time the calendar says they will, we can trust that one season will end, and another will begin.
Our lives are like the seasons. One part of our life ends, and another begins. That is as predictable as the seasons. If we try to hold on to one season of our life, we miss the blessings of the other season that is unfolding.
Regardless of our struggles, joy comes in the morning. This promise is found in the Bible in Psalm 30:5, which says, “Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning.”
For the joy to come and rest within us requires that we let go of the darkness and embrace the light.