(But sometimes we need to force it during the day and evening too.)
I was watching a show recently that used this verse as part of a speech. It was very aptly used in a secular show in such a way that anyone who was hearing it would really have to think twice about the meaning. That even after great tragedy or sorrow there will once again, come a time of Joy.
I think as moms we
have to , we really should take time to stop and assess the joy factor in our families. I am not saying that everyone needs to be always happy. Nor am I advocating making our children happy by whatever means necessary.
I do think however, that a bit of effort on mamas part can have a HUGE effect on the atmosphere.
I know that I for one need to work on this. I need to feed myself a steady diet of mommy culture that allows me to feel joyful in my mama- hood. So that I can pass that along. I need to stop in my busyness and banish the thoughts that let me get away with being too busy, not in a good “enough” mood, or just plain lazy. I want to be the mama or grandma that has a kind or supportive word. A helping hand. Or in cases of extreme emergency a great piece of chocolate.
1 I will exalt you, O LORD, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me. 2 O LORD my God, I called to you for help and you healed me. 3 O LORD, you brought me up from the grave; you spared me from going down into the pit. 4 Sing to the LORD, you saints of his; praise his holy name. 5 For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but joy comes in the morning. 6 When I felt secure, I said, “I will never be shaken.” 7 O LORD, when you favored me, you made my mountain stand firm; but when you hid your face, I was dismayed. 8 To you, O LORD, I called; to the Lord I cried for mercy: 9 “What gain is there in my destruction, in my going down into the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it proclaim your faithfulness? 10 Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me; O LORD, be my help.” 11 You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, 12 that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.
Those of you reading this are most likely having a good laugh at these lofty aspirations of mine. They are just that aspirations, dreams, the me I would love to be. Something to set my sights on while the reality of my oh too often, sinful self actually lives here. Our God is a God of miracles, right?