Joy Comes in the Morning
Yesterday, the last day of school, was a rough day. One of my daughters performed in her school’s talent show. Unfortunately, her piece was part of the “prelude”. There was so much talking and there were so many students entering the auditorium that no one heard her play. It was emotionally taxing for both her and for myself. She practiced for weeks to perfect her music. She attended required rehearsals. For what?
At the end of the day I was reminded of something a friend told me many years ago, we perform for an audience of One. At the same time, my husband was telling my daughter that the One heard her – and He loves and cares for her. She told me this when I tucked her in. It made all the difference in how she felt going to bed.
Last night torrents of rain fell and winds blew, sweeping away the ugliness of the day. Before she went to bed my daughter told me, “The rain is almost gone.” I said, “Yes, my Sweet, it is. Time to go to bed so you can wake up to your summer vacation!”
We forgave. God’s gift of rain, and a good night’s sleep, gave us a new day and a new start.
… weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23)
We tend to forget that the Lord hears all… even above the noises we make ourselves to try to disguise our misgivings… he will hear even over the noise from a jet engine… so your daughter can be assured the One did hear her….