Morning thoughts

Up early and enjoying the awakening of all that is around me.  Made me think of Lamentations 3:22-23 KJV and the words that I wrote a few years ago.

 

 

Grateful

 

It’s 4 am and I’m up early and ready for the day.  It’s so nice to be up to witness the beauty of the sunrise as the light gently over takes the darkness.  It’s like a giant dimmer switch is deliberately being turned, ever so slowly, so we can gradually adjust to the light.  As a blanket being laid aside from a night of rest, the darkness is removed from the sky and the world struggles to come awake.

 

Gentle, sweet sounds replace the silence of the night. Birds wings flutter causing branches to sway, ever so slightly. The leaves then brush against each other making an, almost, undetectable rustle as if someone is lifting their head off a pillow from a night of rest.  As the light grows brighter the melody of birds all around me fills the air as they once again meet the new day with song. The cats in the yard stretch lazily, bowing their backs upward, mimicking the slow rising of sunlight and dogs bark reacting to the sounds that they are now hearing all around them.  A soft cry of a baby is heard in the distance. Hungry not only for it’s morning milk, but for the comfort of it’s mothers caress that it’s been denied of in the night.  Doors open and close as people pick up newspapers from their yards and car engines roar to life.

 

With eyes closed I inhale deeply, and for just a moment, I focus on the hymn being sung by a world awakening around me.

 

A new day has begun.

 

I am grateful for the sounds.

 

I am grateful for the light.

 

I am grateful for a Saviour that holds it all in balance.

 

……and I am grateful  that his mercies are new every morning.