In college, we often sang the song, Trading My Sorrows (based on Psalm 30)

[1] I’m trading my sorrow
I’m trading my shame
I’m laying it down for the joy of the Lord

I’m trading my sickness
I’m trading my pain
I’m laying it down for the joy of the Lord

[Chorus]
And we say yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord
Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord

Yes Lord yes Lord yes yes Lord Amen

I’m pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned
Struck down but not destroyed
I’m blessed beyond the curse for his promise will endure
And his joy’s gonna be my strength

Though sorrow may last for the night
His joy comes in the morning.

Our family has been so sick this season… off and on since September. We’ve had colds, coughs, stomach bugs (twice), croup, ear infections, sinus infections, etc. We usually get about a week of relief in between sicknesses… just enough time for me to think everything is going to be okay and we are finally going to be healthy!

This past month, however, there has been NO break. The little girls were still on antibiotics for their ear infections when the stomach bug hit. It tore through our home, leaving a helpless wake of victims in its path. We’ve never had that many people throwing up at once… it was awful.

As I lay in bed, after a day of cleaning vomit and trying to keep the baby away from the sickies… all while being sick myself (sidebar… my husband is amazing and was right there in the trenches with me). … I kept thinking about the song… and about the verse… Though this sorrow may last for the night, Joy comes in the morning!

When Little Sis came out from her nap and threw up all over the hall, I felt so discouraged… so beat up… so attacked! I mean… we didn’t get any kind of break from the last sickness before this next one started. I don’t know about you, but nothing leaves me feeling more vulnerable than the stomach bug… it’s a helpless feeling… not knowing when or who it might get next.

A friend texted to see how we were doing… I told her I felt beat up and discouraged… she said she was praying for us as we longed for heaven together. That text struck me… yes… joy comes in the morning… but how long until another sorrow strikes? Oh for the day when there will be no more sorrow… no more tears… no more sickness or death or pain. Oh for that eternal morning of joy.

Joy Comes in the Morning

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