Because He Changes Our Mourning Into Dancing

These past few weeks have been difficult for reasons I am not at liberty to explain. Suffice it to say people I love have been facing pain-filled circumstances and I have been spending what free moments I have praying to Christ that these loved ones might understand His immeasurable love surrounds and lifts them.

This afternoon after running some errands, I parked our van in front of our home and was going to indulge myself in a few moments of sorrow. Just then, a small girl emerged from a house across the street, a house I know to be filled with pain and sadness.

She was dressed in light purple snowsuit and bright pink boots. Her blond hair peeked out from her white woolen hat. She began dancing in the snow; the joy on her face and in her small body was palpable. I thought of the words of Psalm 30,

I praise you, LORD,

for you raised me up and

did not let my enemies rejoice over me.

O LORD, my God, I cried out to you and you healed me.

LORD, you brought me up from Sheol; you kept me

from going down to the pit.

Sing praise to the LORD, you faithful;

give thanks to God’s holy name.

For divine anger lasts but a moment;

divine favor lasts a lifetime.

At dusk weeping comes for the night;

but at dawn there is rejoicing.