No, that was not a typo or autocorrect, I really meant mourning. Yes, as the verse goes, joy comes in the morning, but it also comes through the times of mourning in life. Though sorrows last through the night, joy comes in the morning, when the light of day touches your soul and you see that there is still hope, there is still life, there still something greater ahead than the hopeless night you had been wallowing in. Joy. Something we so often misinterpret as happiness. Som

After winter comes to the end of its time I'm usually one to want to skip right to summer. I love the sunshine and the heat. But this year, I am beyond ecstatic for spring, a season I've never been super excited about, but this year it holds so much more meaning to me. Over these last few months of waiting and praying, of parts of life that feel bare yet hectic and like I'm getting nowhere, yet it is in this place that God hears our prayers and is answering them in His perfec