I Hurt

Hurt seems to be commonplace these days. We hurt physically, we hurt emotionally. We long for something, someone to satisfy the brokenness in us. When Jesus found out the Lazarus was dead,I can imagine Him thinking "I hurt." When He prayed in the garden,when He hung on the cross. He must have said I hurt. Today I cried out to Jesus and simply said "Father I hurt." But lately I have been reading and hearing how Joy comes in the morning.I don't know when the morning will be here,but for those of us who are watching for it ,we  know it will come. Jesus knew the sting of pain all too well,just as we know. Today I hurt,over the loss of a loved one. Over a lost pet, over a friend that is going through sickness. Over my own illnesses. But I bring them to the feet of Jesus knowing that hurt is only temporary and Joy will come in the morning.