A Little Bit of Faith
Our Joy Comes In The Morning
I woke up this past Sunday with the old song, "Mourning Into Dancing" stuck in my head. Not the Ron Kenoly version so many people are familiar with, but with the version a ska band named The Insyderz did back when I was in High School.
It actually comes from Psalm 30:11-12, "You turned my lament into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, so that I can sing to you and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever."
Lately, I've found myself praying and singing that Psalm as I sit at my desk. When stress, when pressure, when our own worry and concerns overwhelm us, the best thing to do is go back to God's word and remember to worship Him in spite of our circumstances. Paul and Silas are a great example of this as they sat in prison (in Acts 16). "About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them."
Never forget, when we worship in spite of our problems, others will hear that song as well.
As Christ, Himself, was waiting on Judas to show up and betray Him, He also prayed and worshipped. We know He prayed, sure, but don't think that prayer wasn't one of worship as well. "Righteous Father, the world has not known you. However, I have known you, and they have known that you sent me. I made your name known to them and will continue to make it known, so that the love you have loved me with may be in them and I may be in them" (John 17:25-26). That's very Psalm-like language, isn't it?
No matter how dark the night, our joy comes in the morning. He turns our mourning into dancing. We may cry out to Him for help, and He may heal us, He may deliver us, but even if He does not, His joy can fill our hearts and that alone is its own form of deliverance.
A psalm; a dedication song for the house. Of David.
1 I will exalt you, Lord,
because you have lifted me up
and have not allowed my enemies
to triumph over me.
2 Lord my God,
I cried to you for help, and you healed me.
3 Lord, you brought me up from Sheol;
you spared me from among those
going down to the Pit.
4 Sing to the Lord, you his faithful ones,
and praise his holy name.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor, a lifetime.
Weeping may stay overnight,
but there is joy in the morning.
6 When I was secure, I said,
“I will never be shaken.”
7 Lord, when you showed your favor,
you made me stand like a strong mountain;
when you hid your face, I was terrified.
8 Lord, I called to you;
I sought favor from my Lord:
9 “What gain is there in my death,
if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your truth?
10 Lord, listen and be gracious to me;
Lord, be my helper.”
11 You turned my lament into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
12 so that I can sing to you and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.