During the recent snow storms there were more mornings of cold and gray clouds than there were of the morning sun. The heavy snow and the heaviness of the clouds made for dreary long commutes and frustration. While the days were dreary, above the clouds the sun was still shining. We just had to weather the storm.
Much is the same with life. Sometimes we have to endure the darkness before we see the light. The warmth of the morning sun on a cold winter’s day is a gentle kiss from God. It is a reminder that weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.