Psalm 30:5
"W eeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning." Such has been my experience this year. This has been a year of tears, loneliness, and heartache, of frustration, and pressure, of struggle and pain. I doubted that there could be light at the end of this long, dark tunnel of a year. I was told to look for the light and expect it (as long as it wasn't an oncoming train. Ha ha). I had resigned myself that there would not be an end for quite a long time and I just had to endure the darkness. Little did I know. We are the hands and feet of Christ here on earth. We are His voice, his touch. We give because we have been given much. I have learned that the light is a Person and that Person is seen in the faces of His people. They have demonstrated to me that it is a blessing to give, to love, to listen, to allow me to process the baggage I have carried for so long. This year has been one of processing that baggage, that weight of trying to live