Becoming Mo

I recall lying on a hospital bed in the year 2020, wires all around me. Blood transfusing on the left, saline on the right. A catheter in place. Heat pads everywhere.

Helpless as a baby, with loved ones hovering close, trying – poorly – to hide their fears.

I recall three acts.

My mom resorted to obvious prayers.

My brother, usually the annoying one, surprisingly became the rock.

My partner kept oscillating between distance and avoidance… and back again.

During some waves of pain, I’d think about how blissful death might be, and then immediately rebuke the thought.

After about three days, the doctors were unsure what else to do.

That was when my thoughts changed.

I don’t know why they did, but they did. I kept thinking:

It’ll be morning soon.

The morning always comes.

The day always breaks.

I just need to make it through this night.

When the day breaks, I’ll be alright.

Morning came.

The pain wasn’t better-but I had made it through the night!

Morning did come!

Those thoughts have stayed with me. They still carry me through the hardest moments. Whatever the situation, the day will break.

With morning comes new hope. New possibilities.

Scripture puts words to this truth so simply:

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”

— Psalm 30:5

On one such morning, I finally met a doctor who knew what to do.

And things began to change – slowly, painfully – but undeniably, there was progress.

The night can feel unbearably long at times.

Dark, quiet, stretching beyond what feels humanly bearable.

But however long it lasts, it’s a rule. A cycle. A certainty.

Morning has to come.

And when it does, things look different.

Not always perfect. Not instantly healed.

But brighter. Lighter. Possible again.

If you’re reading this in the middle of your own night – the kind filled with pain, uncertainty, or unanswered prayers – hold on.

You don’t have to solve everything before sunrise.

You just have to make it through the night.

The morning is not a maybe.

It’s a promise.

And when it comes, it will carry with it new strength, new wisdom, and grace you didn’t know you had.

Here’s to many beautiful mornings, filled with hope, healing, and endless possibilities.