Anyways, what is ironic is that this blog is about morning. Sweet morning. I'm not always some chipper song bird in the morning, but I don't understand people who hate the morning. I don't understand how someone can hate something so beautiful.
Morning is beautiful.
Night time, I love night time, its the time of the mysterious, the time of the thinkers, and the time of the regretful. But the morning, I just cannot ignore it, oh the morning is just... beautiful.
Even the very idea of the morning is beautiful. God gave us light. He gave us the day time. The earth was completely dark but God gave us the day. He gave us the sun to warm our bodies, and light for us to see.
Isn't that amazing? As the saying goes that every day is a gift, truly, every day is a gift to us from God.
The concept of morning is what brings tears to the brim of my eyes. Every day I am amazed at God's omniscience in my life, in the world. God thought about every detail, and although it seems like such a broad concept, I believe he created the morning to correlate with what would one day be salvation.
The concept of morning is new-ness. Renewing. When the sun rises it is the blanket to put the night to rest and bring a new chance every day. Don't you see? Morning is the very essence of God's redemption. Night time often brings mistakes, the shadows of the dim moon are often filled with sins, with regrets, but morning is new. No day is the same as the day before. Every day is a new day. A fresh day that has never happened. Think about it, no date in history has ever or will ever be repeated.
When God gave us light, when God gave us time, when God gave us night and day, I believe he saw ahead in the future and saw our sins, he saw what had to happen, the redemption that was going to be needed, and I believe he gave us mornings as gentle reminders of his love and redemption.
Rainbows are relatively rare and coveted for the most beautiful and many people know that rainbows are a reminder from God about his love for us, but lately God has been showing me his consistent reminder of his love with mornings.
When I think about the morning my heart wells up... I mean when you really think about it..
Mornings stand for hope. New beginnings. Second chances.
Mornings stand for comfort. When nightmares terrorize our slumbers, the first sliver of morning light has relaxed us all. And we can finally sleep with the promise of day time coming. (At least that is how I have always been.)
Morning is fresh. Dew is on the grass and plants, and the sun is beginning to warm what the night made cold.
I have always felt like God loves mornings just as much as I do. Not that night time is the best, but often we are tired or upset, or processing our day. But mornings I have always felt like are special to the Lord. I imagine him sitting at the kitchen table, with the sun warming him, and just talking to me. You know? I know God is there any time, but in the mornings, in the quiet, in the still, in the freshness of the day is my favorite time to talk to God. And for me, the best time to listen as well. The world is silent but not eerie, and anticipation of the day is in the sunrise, and God, is there, in the sunrise, in the dew, in the morning coffee, waiting to sit and talk before any of the real troubles of the day start.
I once heard a speaker say that before he got up each morning. Before he got out of bed, as his mind was waking up he just rested with God. He said that although he was awake (technically) it was the most peaceful rest he had ever gotten. Before he even truly opens his eyes, he simply rested in God's presence and talked to him before his feet even hit the floor.
Isn't that lovely? To rest with God.
See that's what the morning is meant for. The morning is not meant for strife, but the morning is meant to rest, to prepare for the coming day and all the heaviness of the troubled world that the rest of the day will bring as the earth continues to turn into night.
Scarlett O'Hara truly did change my life with her philosophy on life-After all tomorrow IS another day.
See, God thought about mornings. He thought about the mistakes we would make. And he created mornings so we are reminded of another day, of our second chances that he gives us.
So savor that sunrise, rest in God's presence, take a breath and thank the Morning Star that he is forgiving and redeeming. Thank him for mornings, and for coffee and tea, and thank him for each day that he gives us to enjoy the beautiful gift of morning.
Love, your new found early bird, Shelby
(El Paso Sunrise, I felt it appropriate to put a sunrise I actually am familiar with instead of some cheesy one.)
(OK..I know ...it's still cheesy but in the words of Forrest Gump about desert sunrises:
"I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and earth began." :)
