Today, speaking a few verses in Peter’s favorite place: by a lake.
Though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and even though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy… (1 Peter 1:8)
Peter had seen Him, though.. I am sure he could never forget what it was like, walking on the waves, locked in on Jesus’ eyes for a while. Or hauling in a net splitting with fish after a long frustrating night. Or finding the coin in the fishes mouth.
Or, my favorite.. after days of darkness, and a long night trying to fish.. when he saw a fire of burning coals, Jesus cooking breakfast over it, and knew that Jesus had not given up on him, even though he had probably given up on himself.
Weeping may endure for a night, but glorious joy comes in the morning, too much for words, Father help me be filled with that joy.