I was reading that last poem to my mom over the phone this morning, and she was commenting that there would be no tears in heaven. I was telling her that she was right, and that the verse was talking about how he turns tears into joy. He "holds our tears" as an act of compassion towards us and brings us into the joy of morning after our weeping.

I further read her the verse about tracing the clouds, and she wept. It has been a difficult time for our family because of illness. The love of Jesus shared with each other is a drawing salve that takes the hurt in our spirits and starts the healing process. What joy the Father gives us when we follow His heart to love each other. The Lord has shown us mercy and has given us grace. His provision is truly amazing;
and as we see His hand at work I know we are assured of His love.

I raise my cup o'joy with yours as I embark on a new journey with the Lord today. He will meet my needs according to His riches in Christ Jesus. In true Oz fashion, I will recite that over to myself in order to allow it to permeate my thinking. The sword and the shield will be flying today, and my spunk has been renewed as the noonday.

May you rejoice this day in knowing that His grace is sufficient for all of your needs. We need each other; and as we celebrate His love in unity we will arise and show His glory to those who are perishing.

Cup O'Joy!
Lynne