joy comes in the morning.

two years.

doesn't seem that long.

i'm happy i can still see her face.

the memory of her smile makes me smile.

it's hard to explain how my heart has changed.

i don't really think it's necessary to write it all down.

but it has.

and it should.

suffering matures you.

it is needed.

but i'm human and it still hurts.

we have little control in this life.

tomorrows are not promised.

so as my heart aches tonight for me, my family--

i am celebrating that my mom is in paradise, whole.

tonight she is with Jesus--

and that is just AWESOME!

Weeping may last through the night,

but JOY comes in the morning.

Psalms 30:5