Weeping may last for the night,
But a shout of joy comes in the morning.
I have done my share of weeping.
I have done my share of watching the clock…waiting as the days drag on and my heart grows more and more broken.
I have done my share of doubting and feeling like giving up.
I’m so glad I didn’t give up. I’m so grateful that I waited on the Lord to heal me and bring peace and joy back into my life. I am so humbled that my story didn’t end with tears and shattered dreams…that God had more in mind for me.
I am a man restored. I am a person filled with gladness. I am the one who wakes up with a sense of blessedness and song of wholeness in my mouth.
I am the shout of joy echoing through the morning.
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