Then came the Morning, is a line from an old church song, that seems to come to mind when the nights have felt long and drawn out to me. Oh, that glorious first light after a lengthy night season. The verse, Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes in the morning, comes alive to the ones who wake to the fresh new mercies of His loving kindness. Like kisses from heaven, His promises of new mercies cut through the darkness and bring us into His marvelous light.
We may weep through the night, but at daybreak it will turn into shouts of ecstatic joy.” Psalms 30:5 TPT
Some of you may be enjoying the sunny days, you made it through the darkness, and now you’re basking in the warm rays of joy. Some of you may be in the midst of a night season, that feels as if there is no end in sight. Will you permit me to speak into your shadows? It was in one of my night seasons that the verse from Isaiah shined, “I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness.” Like a velvet backdrop, promises can be unearthed in our night season. And though we may not be able to see the next step that is ahead of us, like a dark theater, we know in our hearts, something good will come when the light goes out.
“And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness— secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name.”
Isaiah 45:3 NLT
It was in the dark, the Lord told Abraham to look up at the stars. Abraham’s heart was broken from a relationship that went south. The hope he had in his nephew, who felt like a son, was shattered. It was in the pit that the lion’s mouths were shut. It was in prison Joseph met his connection to the king. It was in the furnace, that the fourth man waltzed on the flames. It was in the dark temple, weeping a gutted prayer of unintelligible words, Hannah received a promise. It was in the dark of night, Peter saw Jesus walking the wild waves. Treasure found in the darkness, placed for us to seek out, to look for and anticipate, that EVEN THERE, His hand will guide us. He will show Himself to us in the fire, in the prison, in the pit, in the long weeping nights, and in the raging, dark, stormy season.
My voice was found in a dark place. My joy was found in a place of hopelessness. My trust was found in a time of turmoil. My purpose was revealed in a season of night. I can look back now and see how each night season uncovered jewels that I would have never been seen in the daylight.
I think our first night season is the longest one because it is our time of learning how to find the stars. But once we understand that the night will end, joy does come, and treasures exist in the darkness, we become an archeologist in our night season. So sisters, if you are feeling the weight of the night, hold on; the Son will rise. But while you wait for dawn to break, look for the stars. Search the stormy sea for the wave walker, for He is The Bright Morning Star!