Weeping may go on all night, but joy comes in the morning.    Psalm 30:5

My daughter called, sobbing. The child she was carrying, now in her 7th month of pregnancy, had died in the womb.  I rushed to the hospital to be at her side as medication was administered to begin the labor/delivery process. 

Family gathered at her bedside for the hours of labor. When it came time to deliver everyone was shooed from the room but I was allowed to stay to hold her hand. “Push” the doctor would tell her, “push again”. Slowly a small head of dark hair emerged from her body. “One more push now” the doctor spoke quietly as my first grandchild softly entered the room. No cries of new birth, only silence filled the room as this small boy perfect in every way except for no heart beat was placed in his mother’s arms.

Born into the arms of Jesus, this small child was in our life for such a short time. When I arrived home early the next morning a package was waiting for me. With no return address I found a simple plaque that read “Joy Comes In The Moring. Psalm 30:5″.   I cried as the words of God comforted me.

An investigation of the package gave us the senders location so I knew who it was. I called my father-in-law and told him of the events leading to this morning and opening the package. “My wife saw the plaque last week and immediately said she had to send it to you. Now we know why.” 

God’s promise to watch over us was a reassurance during this difficult time. Today I play with my grandson, a brother to this first born, delivered a year later.  We don’t know why this tragedy happened to us, but we do know that God was with us and has given us Joy in the Morning.