The first thing God created was the morning.
He spoke into a vast nothingness of an endless black void, into a place that had never seen any color or shape, into what was quite possibly devoid of heat or warmth of any kind, and the first recorded words of God split the quiet of what had been up to that point an eternal, dark night...
"Let there be light."
He forever separated the darkness from the light, and it was good. What was good? His beautiful creation. What does this tell us? From the very beginning, the night had to come first. It's kind of like God's answer to the age old question, "Which came first; the chicken or the egg?". Only it has to do with something much more important than a delicious bird. The night has to come before the morning. It's just the way it's always been.
I had an inspiration for this thought. It's a verse God has laid heavy on my heart the past few weeks. It's found in Psalm 30:5, "For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."
You're not alone in your dark time, and it won't last forever. Always remember, the first thing He ever made was the morning. Whatever it is that you may be going through, just hold on...
here comes the dawn.