I heard this song tonight while cleaning our church building. I used to listen to it over and over while driving back and forth to the hospital. Twice a day during shift change in the ICU, we weren't allowed back in Jason's room. In the mornings, I would often take this time to race home and shower before quickly heading back so I could be first in line when they opened the doors. I felt something akin to a panic attack each time I left him even for this short period of time. I would walk out of the hospital while the sun was beginning to rise, and marvel that life outside those four walls seemed to be business as usual. I felt overwhelmed wondering what the future held for our family. As the first notes of this song began to play, I would feel a calmness come over me. While I navigated the streets home, I quietly handed my turmoil and doubts over to God.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning." (Psalm 30:5)
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