“There is a kind of joy that doesn’t wait for sorrow to leave before it arrives”.
I’ve been learning that lament and joy can exist in the same breath. One carries the weight of what has been lost, the other gently reminds me that not everything has been lost.
Lament gives me permission to tell God the truth and joy reminds me that He is still with me in that truth.
Some days, my prayers are filled with tears. Other days, I catch myself smiling at the way the morning light moves through the trees, the sound of birds singing, or the quiet rhythm of my own breath. Neither moment cancels the other, they belong together.
This is the gift of God’s presence, He meets us in our grief without leaving us there. He plants small reminders of His goodness along the path, enough to keep our hearts open, and enough to keep us moving forward.
Today, I choose to notice both. I honor my sorrow, and I welcome the joy that is quietly growing beside it.
– denise marie
“So if the son sets you free, you will be free indeed”. – John 8:36

