The sun is coming up. The hope of a new day. Breakfast. Morning. The beams of sunlight starting to drench all of God’s creation. The coolness of night being displaced by the warmth of the sun. There is hope. There is life. There is new creation. There was life and beauty the whole time in the darkness of night. It was there. Resting. The purple flowers. They were there. Containing the gentle fragrance that is activated in the warmth of the sun. Morning. To be at peace as the day begins. To have time to reflect. Gain perspective on the day. The world is not out to get me. I have You. You found me. You sought me. You have asked if You could protect me. Bless me. Guard me. Keep me. Give me joy. You desired me. You desire me. So in this morning, I am blessed. By Your warmth that clears the fog and ice crystals from my heart. By Your grace that I am held in. Held under the waterfall of your grace and kindness until every part of me is drenched in the unearned, undeserved, but lavishly gifted, love of my Father, my Creator. Morning. How I love the warm embrace of Your sun. How I delight in Your rest. Peace. A new day has come. The sun is coming up.
(This was written as an exercise in class. It came from reflecting on a picture of an English cottage with a beautiful garden with purple flowers. The sun is in the process of painting everything in light. I will post the picture when I find it.)
