This Lady's Not Singing the Blues

Years ago, there was a young, African-American singer named Billie Holiday. She was pretty and talented. Her voice sang low and slow, with a touch of sadness. The way I imagine Melancholy might sound. I know what it looks like. It's a slow-moving monster that slithers in without notice. Melancholy can sneak up on you and take up residence. For some of us Melancholy morphs into a more sinister Depression. Ms. Holiday even sang a song, "Good morning, Heartache". It has been written that she was actually a very kind and funny person. Without Jesus, Melancholy could be house-guest to any of us. Billie Holiday's life was cut short, way too short due to heroin. A nasty joke, and insidious trap for one created in God's image.
Who are you saying good morning to? What song are you singing? Sometimes my life feel like it was written for the blues. Sometimes life hurts really bad. But don't go singing the blues. Scripture tells us that we have a High Priest that can be touched by our infirmities. Psalms tells us that God catches all of our tears in a bottle. Unlike unfaithful human lovers, God promises to never leave us nor forsake us. We are encouraged to cast all of our cares on Him, for He cares for us. Again in Psalms (#150), we are told to let everything that has breath praise the Lord. He is worthy. The old hymn 'Count Your Blessing' gets it right. See what God has done already. While waiting for the healing, deliverance, provision, or whatever, dig down deep and find that old hymn you heard somewhere.
Joy does come in the morning. Leave ole heartache at the curb.