I believe joy and sorrow go hand in hand. Without one, you can’t fully feel the other. This process of church planting for me has been both full of joy and sorrow.
The joy of knowing you’ve heard from God,
but the sorrow of knowing you’re moving on.
The joy of new beginnings and fresh starts,
but the sorrow of leaving behind what’s comfortable.
The joy of seeing a dream realized,
but the sorrow of another dream that will never be realized.
The joy of making new friends,
but the sorrow of leaving old friends.
The joy of living by faith,
but the sorrow of leaving stability.
The joy from doing a hard thing,
but the sorrow from doing a hard thing.
The joy of friends supporting you,
but the sorrow that comes from the naysayers.
The joy of seeing people come alive by the power of the gospel,
but the sorrow of knowing there’s still people walking in darkness.
Joy and sorrow have been wrapped up together tightly in this journey for me. The joy could only be made sweeter by the sorrow we’ve known along the way.
I’ve chosen to embrace the sorrow of the process, to fully feel it in the moment - to let the tears fall when they come. Pain demands to be felt, and I’ve chosen to feel the pain along the way.
But those moments of joy when they come, they are so much sweeter. Seeing our dreams, our prayers realized is sometimes too much to handle. Those precious moments overtake me. Kindness from people? Those moments send me weeping. Joy is felt all the more because I’ve taken the time to feel the pain of sorrow.
I wouldn’t trade the joy or the sorrow for anything.
“Weeping may lost for the night, but joy comes in the morning.” Proverbs 30:5