Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning. Those season of weeping are just plain sad. Painful. If you haven't guess it yet, I'm a feeling person. I'm starting to accept this more and more about myself. I don't know if joy would be so sweet in my life, if I hadn't felt some of the pain I've felt. I think this ties in to my thoughts on pain in my last blog. I met with a friend today, and although we talked about some serious things, we laughed and giggled together too. It felt wonderful. A cheerful heart is good medicine. Laughter just feels so healing after a season of sorrow. Laughter is so hopeful. Though I fall, I will rise again. Weeping my last through the night, but joy comes in the morning. God will not forsake me. His mercies are new every morning. I love the gift of laughter. Thank you, God.