You can’t imagine dancing right now.
“You have turned my mourning into dancing! You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness, to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. The Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.” — Psalm 30:11-12 (WEB)
“Turned” is a violent word. It means reversed. Flipped. Not gradually transitioned — turned. Like a page. Like a tide. And the speed of it matters, because grief makes you believe it’s permanent. Grief whispers: this is your life now. This weight. This silence. This heaviness.
These live among our psalms for sad hearts — one psalm, one honest echo, every morning.
Quietly with you,
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