Joy Still Comes

Weeping may endure for a night…

but joy comes in the morning.

I’ve heard that scripture so many times.

Quoted it. Encouraged others with it.

Believed it… even when I couldn’t fully feel it.

But there’s something different about walking through a season

where you are both holding faith and feeling everything at the same time.

Grief.

Release.

Clarity.

Stretching.

Letting go of what once felt familiar… even safe.

This season has asked more of me than I expected. Not just in what I do—but in who I’m becoming.

And if I’m honest…there have been moments where the night felt long.

Where I questioned. Where I wrestled. Where I had to remind myself—again and again—that God is still present in the process.

But here’s what I’m learning:

Joy doesn’t always arrive loudly.

Sometimes it comes quietly…in peace that doesn’t make sense, in strength you didn’t realize you had, in the ability to keep going when everything in you wants to pause.

Joy looks like staying.

Trusting.

Surrendering.

Joy looks like becoming.

And maybe that’s what alignment really is—not perfection, not having all the answers…but choosing to walk with God through every version of yourself until you meet the one He’s been calling you into all along.

So yes…

weeping may endure for a night.

But morning is still coming.

And I’m learning to meet it with open hands.

With all my love 💗

Tonia D Benas