I’m so thankful that joy really does come in the morning.
Sometimes it gets so dark, I just want out, I want away, I want a divorce. I detests looking at pictures of you. I hate you. I hate you for what you have done to me. I hate her. I hate myself for getting here and not getting out.
And then I call Jesus and peace comes. The morning comes and everything is ok. I have peace again. I have joy. I have purpose. I’m ok. I love you, I hope, I dream, I’m going to survive and it’s going to be ok. I smile again. Joy comes again.
It’s exhausting emotionally. Someday this will end. Someday there will be more joy and hope than doubt and fear and darkness.
Joy comes in the morning.
I told you last night I prayed for you. You said you prayed in tongues. Hello. That’s good news! That’s a little bit of light in darkness.
God is faithful. His promises are true. Joy comes in the morning. He is my prince of peace. He is strong and almighty. He is my lover. There is nothing that is going to get in between us again. He is my all.