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When joy is gone

“Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit.” (Psalm 51:12, ESV)

On the good days, joy seems natural. Our hearts soar with the Scriptures, our calling seems so clear and certain.

Not every day is like that. Far from soaring, many days seem to limp along. On these days, certainty and conviction falter.

On these days, we ask, "Where has my joy gone?"

We pray the same longing prayer David did. Restore us to the place we know exists. Restore us to the joy we've experienced. Restore us to the faith that sustains our souls.

Seek the One who can answer such prayers. Seek him in faith by day and by night.

Weeping may last for the night, but joy comes with the morning


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