Sometimes God allows a mountain to stand strong in our lives, and we feel He is hiding His face from us, and we become troubled. But what He is actually doing is showing us just how strong He is in helping us deal with that mountain, that He is fully capable of changing our mourning into dancing even when that mountain is still standing strong.

Going down into the pit, a place of great sadness and depression, causes our flesh (the dust) to take over and we find ourselves unable to praise God and declare His truth. This is not a place we want to be.

When God heals our pain and keeps us from that pit our sackcloth is put off and we are girded with gladness and we then praise Him and are not silent about His truth, and we thank Him.

That we can be joyful during our most severe trials is the greatest witness that we belong to God, and there is no greater joy than knowing we belong to Him. I think God waits for us to get this joy. And His judgement of when the time is right to have mercy on us is perfect.

"And therefore will the LORD wait, that he may be gracious unto you, and therefore will he be exalted, that he may have mercy upon you: for the LORD is a God of judgment: blessed are all they that wait for him." ...Isaiah 30:18 KJV

Wait for God, while He waits for you.
 
Psalms 30 1-12
King James Version

"I will exalt thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled. I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication. What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper. Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever."
 
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