The melody sounds higher when familiar with minor keys.

The gentle breeze feels softer when tossed in tumultuous seas.

The light of day seems brighter when well acquainted with the night.

The taste of freedom sweeter when one has felt bound so tight.

Thoughtful words feel far more tender when harsh ones have hurled like darts.

One is more grateful for dry ground after pleading for waters to part.

One celebrates clearer sight when for months it’s been so blurry.

One learns to savor slow, though long-wishing the process to hurry.

One further trusts His goodness when so much has been so sad . . .

And experiences the mystery of God – how dry desert ground can become streams made glad.