I’ve seen this twice in the last 24 hours so it’s time to write.

God’s Word says joy comes in the morning. But today, as I write this, I’ve realized that joy comes in the mourning.

This blog title is a throwback to a blog post I wrote several years ago. I was on an airplane and the person in the middle seat had an intense fear of flying. Long story short, me and the guy to her right held each of her hands during different points in the trip. It was a sweet moment that I’ll never forget.

It had been about two months since my mom passed and I was swimming in grief.