Saturday Prayer: Enduring the Night

Father, I'm in night. The weeping David promised would last only a night has endured far longer. Months. Years. So long that I've forgotten what morning feels like. I'm tired of waiting. Exhausted from hoping. Tempted to stop believing morning comes.

Job's night lasted months. Hannah's lasted years. Coventry burned in 1940; victory came in 1945. Jesus was in the tomb three days. All experienced night that felt endless. But morning came. Every time, morning came. The night ended.

I don't know when my morning comes. I can't make it arrive faster. I can't skip the waiting. I have to endure this night—trusting that sunrise happens even when I can't see it approaching. Give me strength to hold on when I can't see any reason except your promise. Weeping endures for a night. Joy comes in the morning. I'm believing that even when I can't feel it.