Why so happy?

Why does a pregnant mother rejoice, knowing that she’s going to face terrible suffering in birthing, and then years of trouble in raising her child?

Why does a missionary jump for joy the moment he gets into a place where he knows he could suffer, and possibly die?

How can someone be so giddy they’re almost beside themselves when their at the beginning of some painful new journey?

Probably because the heart knows that something inexpressible beautiful and valuable is being formed. And the glory of this new creation far outstrips the momentary pain.

“let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross.” (Hebrews 12:1-2)

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