Yesterday our pastor spoke on Psalm 30 and the message title was, "Dancing with Broken Bones" (eventually you can listen to it here, it's just not up yet). It was powerful, it was needed, and it was gracious. Why is it when we are hurting (in whatever way: physical, emotional, spiritual) our tendency is to back away, sit down, and just try to survive? "For His anger lasts only a moment, but His favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning" (30:5) Joy will be deeper, peace more sustaining, love more overwhelming if I will dance. Dance when I'm weeping, because He will be carrying me.
"Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones which You have crushed rejoice" (Ps. 51:8).