Psalms 126: 5-8
Those who sow in tears, will reap with songs of joy, He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.
I love how the Message translates this passage, “And now, God, do it again–bring rains to our drought stricken lives so those who planted their crops in despair will shout hurrahs at the harvest, so those who went off with heavy hearts will come home laughing, with arm loads of blessing.
John and I both had a decade of major losses. I buried my brother, my sister, my husband, and my daughter, and he buried his mom and suffered several painful losses as well. We struggled to find a “new place in the Son” and we learned to walk in contentment. Still the loneliness of singleness was difficult for us both. As I read this scripture, it made me want to fall on my face in thanksgiving for a God that can take the black ashes of sorrow and pain and bring forth new life and joy. Thank you, Lord, for songs of joy and Your Harvest. Help us to serve You well.