Yesterday I was supposed to drop my car off for repairs but the appointment was rescheduled. Did I freak out having to wake up extra early and miss valuable youth renewing sleep? 🤦🏽♀️
Absolutely not but the job had to get done lol.
The honest mindset I had was a begrudging frustration that it was too early. Hey I’m not the only one who values 😴 but here we are. BUT ohhhhhhh the sights, sounds, smells which I intercepted as they were already set in motion has made for one of the most beautiful mornings I have experienced in a very long time. So good that I hope to bring your mind back on this journey with me.
1. There’s just something about the “early quiet.” It’s different than the hush of nighttime because nighttime feels like the silencing of the sounds which reveal life. I’m talking about the morning hush which has undertones of soundscapes speaking loud enough that if you sit still you can hear them. You can hear the dew glistening, the sun breaking through the darkness like a cloth ripping, the air crunching as it clears the mist from the cold and dew.
2. Then my eyes see what I was hearing as through my window the deer 🦌 family tiptoes in front of me. I stop breathing even though the walls of the house separate us but for that moment it felt like our two worlds became one. My brush fell and she turned around. Did she hear me? No, can’t be! Do they have that great of a hearing? Well maybe, after all God created them He could have splurged on them super sonic hearing powers!
3. I was satisfied and filled with wonder and gratefulness for the experience. I was so happy that I woke up early but then it was as if God said to me You haven’t begun to see the beauty of the morning as yet. Then I left for my appointment and was overcome by the cold air. I regressed back to the complaint mode, it’s May! Why is it still so cold! I made some moves, came out of the car to throw trash and wait for the car to warm up and still kept missing the bigger picture. Then as I drove off and my eyes veered to the left I saw it. The sunrise 🌄! Trying to explain the arrested development of a day of sulking can only be done by saying that the moment I saw the sun I forgot the cold. As a matter of fact I literally forgot where I was, who I was, my name, my troubles. I felt so small and insignificant that all my senses simply went into the awe of the sun. Although the sun was not fully seen, what I saw was enough to convince me of its presence and what that meant to my day. It meant for me that all of what I had been experiencing up to that point which gave me reason to sigh and complain would end sooner than later. It would not be able to withstand the presence of the sun.
The cold would not stay at its most impactful place because the sun brought a counter existence bringing in the warmth
The dew would soon cease its control of the ground and dry up from the presence of the sun giving way to drier roads and foliage
The fog could not withstand the sun and would bow down to its power, splitting into windows of clear air and clear stars.
Then I had to simply stop, exhale the complaints and rest in the realization that in my own life, I can have the same transformative experiences with the presence of the Son of God. The same power the sun has on nature and temperature is the base power of what the Son of God has over nature and my life. All of the results of the night cannot withstand Jesus! No cold experiences to harden me, no dew to damper my spirits, no fog to cloud my vision, absolutely nothing the night brings can stay when He rises up in my life.
I am grateful for the morning but even more grateful for the early morning. If we sleep through the miraculous changes we miss the chance to experience fully the immense comfort and joy our entire body feel, the release of stress, the infusion of gratitude, the running away of depression and sadness, the all important realization that there is someone bigger than our greater defeats and darkness. The Son of God, Jesus the Christ must be recognizable in our lives. We must veer our eyes to the bigger picture. We must acknowledge His majesty. He rises up every morning because His promises are true.
He rises up with healing in His wings (Malachi 4:2)
His glory pours down on us as He rises (Isaiah 60:1)
His rising calls for us to awaken from the dead with the blessing of Christ shining on us (Ephesians 5:14)
He understands our every movements and our ups and downs (Psalm 139:2)
He rose guaranteeing our rise from death (Matthew 28:6)
His mercy which we crave for is full every morning and they never end (Lamentations 3:22-23)
This brought me to a praise session on this day which didn’t begin at noonday but early this morning giving me more of the day to bask in the beauty of the sunshine today and the indescribable beauty of my savior the amazing Son of God, Jesus the Christ. The one who nothing bringing my spirits down can stand against. He raises a standard that simply converts all matters of my life to agents for blessings for me. I pledge by HIs grace to wake up early physically, emotionally, mentally, socially and spiritually to experience the transitions of my darkness to light and warmth.
From the rising of the sun to its setting The name of the LORD is to be praised. Psalm 113:3
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23