Joy Comes In The Morning

Planning committee for SHS Class of 1953 Class Reunion and Reunion Photos 

SAMSUNGTop:  Patricia and Dick Ward

Bottom: Lois Mountz,  Marlene (Yunk) and Bruce Snyder

Psalm 30 says ‘Joy comes in the morning’. Yes, true JOY comes from loving the Lord, but joy also comes from spending time with  friends , especially our friends from many years ago; Once a month my high school classmates get together, and this year, 2013, we celebrate our 60th class reunion at the Salem Community Center.  



Somehow, as we reminisce, there is a veil of sadness, for we long for our classmates who have already passed; We feel deeply for those who are bound to wheel chairs, who are victims of strokes, who live with altzheimer’s, who are striving each day to overcome sickness and disease, who have lost loved ones, or who will soon be alone.  


 Although we always think of our friends who are no longer with us, or who cannot be with us, the smiles, the stories we share, (some untold before now), the hugs, the hellos and goodbyes mean more each time we meet.  


Somehow, we are silently thanking God for granting us these senior years – even though many of us have lost the love of our life, or we are visiting doctors a lot, taking all kinds of meds, getting new knees, new hip joints, new eyes, etc., and, of course, having those senior ‘moments’.

60th Reunion 5/24/13

Even so, some of us still have full or part time jobs,; some of us still go away for the winter; some of us still travel; some of us are writing about our lives; some are learning (with much help) technical challenges such as the use of their computers; many of us have grandchildren and loving families to make our senior years complete.


  We are enJOYing life to its fullest  one day at a time, and  hope to enJOY many more of these special times together – God willing. 





Joy Comes with the Morning

A Psalm of David. A song at the dedication of the temple.

30 I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up
and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.

4 Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
and give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.”
7 By your favor, O Lord, you made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face; I was dismayed.

8 To you, O Lord, I cry, and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
9 “What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!”

11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
12 that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!



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