Joy Comes in the Morning...or afternoon, or evening!

Psalm 30:5b "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning."

I'm not going to comment on the current state of the union regarding the passing of the Health Reform Bill...I think it has been discussed enough online, on TV, on facebook, and everywhere else already.  God will reveal the truth regarding this whole "event" in due time.  Just please continue to pray for our nation, our leaders, and our families and businesses.  Enough said.

Now on to other things...Yesterday I was having a rough day as I mentioned in my blog last night.  I had another restless night, this time not so concerned about my new job, but my son.  I prayed the night through for his safety, security, and his emotional and mental state.  It's hard when your child is hurting and is too far away for you to hug, reassure, and show him that you love him.  I don't care how old he or she is, he will always be your child; the one that you loved and cared for, prayed over, doted on, and had on your heart from the moment you were aware of his conception. As I said last night, I just had to commit him to the Lord and trust that God would come up with a plan.

This afternoon I was elated to speak with him on the phone and discover that he was at his older brother's home, which is a couple of hours away from where he staying, and that they were enjoying one another's company and spending some time together.  Some of the issues of concern were being addressed, and he has a second interview for a new job scheduled for tomorrow.  His cheerful voice was reassuring me that he was going to be just fine and that I shouldn't worry about him.  (Who me? Worry? What makes him think I would ever worry???) 

Whew! What a relief!  Now I can get back to concentrating on my new job...which went very well today, praise the Lord!  Oh, yes, there were issues...and moments of wonder and confusion and semi-panic...but with God's help, (and your prayers) I got through the day.  The mess on my desk will still be there tomorrow, and I will tackle the stack one page at a time. Several people stopped by to visit and introduce themselves, and I was able to share with them the story of the painting on my wall...you remember? The harp and the grand piano (it was a grand, not a baby grand...) and how it reminds me when things get hectic to stop and "Praise the Lord with the harp and make melody to Him with an instrument of ten strings."  They may even hear me let out a "shout of joy" now and then!

Yes, "weeping may endure for the night", but JOY DOES come in the morning! Praise the Lord!