The Narrow Way

You didn’t lose your joy.
It got buried.
Buried under pain.
Buried under unanswered prayers.
Buried under nights too long and tears too many.

But joy isn’t dead.
It’s just been underground, germinating.

Because in the kingdom,
mourning is soil.
And every tear you’ve cried is seed.

Psalm 30:5 says,
“Weeping may endure for a night,
but joy comes in the morning.”

And not just any joy, resurrection joy.
Joy that knows what it cost.
Joy that’s been through the fire.
Joy that didn’t come easy,
so it won’t leave quickly.

The world told you to move on.
God says, “Let Me move in.”

Let Him into the memory.
Let Him into the ache.
Let Him sit with you where it still hurts.
Because He doesn’t shame your sorrow
He sanctifies it.

He wept too, remember?
At Lazarus’ tomb.
Knowing resurrection was minutes away, He still cried.

So you’re not faithless for grieving.
But don’t forget:
grief has an expiration date.
Joy doesn’t.

One morning, maybe this one
you’ll feel it stirring.
A laugh that surprises you.
A peace that doesn’t make sense.
A glimmer of light breaking through the fog.

That’s your promise knocking.
That’s your morning arriving.

So don’t rush your process.
But don’t bury your hope.

Because Jesus rose.
And so will your joy.