The Lord showed me something so cool last night, connecting a couple of Scriptures together like only He can do. May it bless you as it has me...
Most are familiar with the verse: "Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning." I feel with all of my heart that this not only refers to a physical night but also to those dark seasons of life we each must endure from time to time. Those times that you feel the tears will not stop and the sun will never come up again.
Well, I was in prayer before sharing with our amazing students concerning the subject of depression, and this verse was on my heart. I opened up my Bible and my eyes landed on a passage that I would have never connected to this on my own. Thank You, Lord, that Your Word is alive, and that You still speak to us through it!
Mary Magdalene had gone to the tomb very early in the morning while it was still dark outside to see Jesus, to anoint His body. We know the story: He was gone, and the stone was rolled away for her to be able to see this. She ran to tell the disciples, and Peter and John joined her in the visual knowledge of the tomb's vacancy. They went back home. She stayed...wondering and weeping.
Sure, there were angels there to talk to her and ask her why she was weeping, but that wasn't what she needed. She wanted Jesus. She turned away from the angels only to run into the One for whom she came. "Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?" She was kept from recognizing Him, so she proceeded to let Him know that if He could just tell her where His body was she would get Him. Then He called her name, and the darkness rolled away just as the stone had.
It had been a night season in Mary's life. She had watched her Savior and Deliverer die on the cross. At this point of the story she had come to the tomb to worship and anoint a dead body. I cannot imagine the hopelessness that she felt. Not only had He died, but now He was gone! Weeping was enduring for the night, but she had no idea how beautiful the morning was gonna be.
Darkness and depression can leave you with a feeling of hopelessness, but it is no match for the joy of the Lord. Death can be swallowed up by life. Fear can be swallowed up by perfect love. Depression can be swallowed up by joy. May you come to the empty tomb this morning and find joy unspeakable and full of glory.
Lord, Your joy is our strength. It is more than a temporary happy feeling; it is a sustaining fountain that springs up within us. Thank You for abundant life in You. In Jesus' Name. Amen.
Psalm 30:5, 11
1 Peter 1:8