The prophet Habakkuk sang a divine song in the night when he said, "Even if the fig tree doesn’t blossom, and there’s no fruit on the vines; even if the olive crop fails, and the fields produce no food; even if the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there’s no cattle in the stalls—yet I will rejoice

in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior." No one can make a song in the night on their own; they may try, but they’ll soon find that only God can inspire a song in the midst of affliction. O Great Musician, don’t let us remain silent just because we’re going through hard times—tune our lips to sing praises of thanksgiving.

All the comforts that come from this world are fleeting and short-lived; they are as bright and as temporary as the colors of a soap bubble. But the comforts that God gives His people never fade, and they never lose their freshness. They can withstand

any test—the trials of life, the fires of persecution, the passage of time; they can even endure death itself.