A word for all who mourn this holiday season. For those who long for joy to break through the sorrow. For those who know the joy of the Lord even when they don’t feel it.

Weep, Beloved. Tears release the pressure. As they run down your cheeks, the pain is leaking out. Falling away. I see every tear you cry. I know the pain you feel. I hear your silent prayers. Mourning leads to morning. Where the sun shines brightly again after a season of darkness. There is always light. There is always joy. You may not always feel it in the way you want to, but underneath the layers of your wound, joy can be found. In the deepest places. It is a well which never runs dry. So, mourn as you need, and tap into the deep joy I provide. It is my gift to you.