I've drawn a lot of encouragement and meaning from it over the past few months, not only because of the beauty of the words but because of the promise. Yes, your weeping and sadness may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning! 

What a promise!

Such overwhelming and unending joy that it takes your breath away.

The joy and love that can come only from the Father. 

And it gives me hope. 

That even when things are hard and hopeless, there is always a lighthouse at the other side of the storm. And it doesn't end in ruins. 

 

This is the hope. That our Father in heaven, our loving King and provider will never break his promises to us. 

Take heart. 

Joy always comes in the morning.