I admit it. I’m a morning person. Always have been.
I’m told by my mother that even as a child, I would wake up with a smile on my face. Now honestly, that doesn’t happen too frequently anymore, unless I’m coming out of a great dream and haven’t quite realized yet that it was a dream. But there is still something about getting up while it’s dark and then watching the sky gradually go from black, to cobalt, and then to lighter and lighter shades of blue as dawn nears. My absolute hands-down favorite moment is when I see the first golden sun rays hit the top of the tallest pine trees outside my porch. It’s like God is saying, “Ta-da! I present to you – SUNRISE!!!!” God knows that after a long, dark night, the morning brings the hope of not only a new day, but of a fresh start. If there were hurts or disappointments or challenges the day before, a sunrise reminds us that God is giving us another chance to see His faithfulness and provision and mercy.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Ps. 30:5
Then your light shall break forth like the morning. Ps. 159:8
Your mercies are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:23
And in case you’re wondering, yes, the picture at the top of the page is indeed a sunrise. It’s God’s early morning “ta-da” moment over Three Mile Bay in upstate New York – one of my favorite places in the world.