Dark as it is, it's still morning

You know sometimes life is that way.
I just went through some dark times, and I did the, "weeping may endure for the night" stuff.
But now I'm in the "but joy comes in the morning" part.
I remember at some point, as the weeping part was abating, I looked around and I was still in what appeared to be the dark, there seemed to be no glimmer of light showing and I still felt cold and lonely.
But in one tiny corner of my heart, I could hear the Holy Spirit whisper, It's morning.
At first I just said " yeah, sure, r-i-i-i-i-ght, and curled back up in my little ball, but the stirring had already begun.
Little by little I would raise my head and peek to see if there was any light showing.
After a time I got tired of waiting for the light and just decided to believe the Holy Spirit and act like the sun  (Son) had risen, and get on with my life, it was then that the Joy began to come and with it, I began to see the light.
So now when I look out side in the wee early morning hours and it still looks dark. I know that even though it is still dark, it is morning, and I take encouragement from knowing that no matter what comes my way, The Son HAS risen, and I have hope for my new day.