On most days I wake up around 5:00am. The possibility of finding a few quiet moments before the kids and husband wake up, propels me out of bed each morning.
I like to sit in front of the bay window in my living room to watch the sun peak over hills and through the trees. Seeing the sun rise prompts hope to rise in my heart for the day.
The transition from dark to light. That sweet moment when the darkness is gently pushed aside by the light just below the horizon.
I hold tightly to this moment, but it slips quickly through my grasp.
My soul is in this moment.
Things have been dark. There’s been hurt. Unmet expectations. These things have surrounded me and made it hard to see what’s in front of me.
But, thank God that the morning comes.
Through no effort of my own — no willful thrust — no decision made in earnest. Only a final surrender. What follows is the flow of God as he softens my heart and brightens my soul with His touch.
I’m His. He doesn’t forget me. He patiently waits and whispers reminders, but never removes the choice from my hands.
This week I see the sunlight coming. Relief from my own control and effort. The beautiful colors that result from the mixture of the brilliant sun and the fading darkness leaves me breathless in wonder. The miracle of renewal, rebirth, resurrection.
Right now, I’m going to enjoy this moment. Grateful that the night is over and the day is almost here. There will be work to be done. Things to accomplish. But for right now, I’ll enjoy the wonder of the dawn.