The day began like any other day, same routine, same steps. Lately it’s been one day at a time, one minute, then the next. I’ve had the strength to do no more.
Leaving the comfort of our little piece of South Texas, I was struck by a moment of pause … the most glorious sunrise.
It seemed like months since I’ve seen it. I’m sure it had been there, but I’ve been counting shoelaces more than looking into the heavens. Heartbreak upon heartbreak, one step forward, three steps back. Until this morning.
Golden strands burst through one remaining cloud, like a promise, a whisper warming my fragile heart. A masterpiece of color, lovingly orchestrated with broad strokes of grace, between the fingers of Almighty God.
Words appeared as if written in the sky:
God’s tender mercies are new every morning.
My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for He has been mindful of His humble servant. … the Mighty One has done great things for me. Luke 1:46
I needed a shining reminder of who I am and Whose I am. I am His.
Scales fell from my eyes as signs of Spring emerged from a cold, hard winter. Flowers had not yet pushed through dead leaves or fallen branches, but there was evidence of green.
Jesus said, “Now learn this lesson from the fig tree: as soon as its twigs get tender and the leaves come out, you know summer is near.” Matthew 25:32
Jesus was speaking of the end of the age and rightfully so for no one knows the hour but the Father. Perhaps this dawn was the dawning of new season, of hope, of new growth.
Lord, I am grateful for the blessings of strength to endure a darkened winter. Please hold my heart and those of the ones I love … that You may lead us to greener pastures, beside quiet waters once more.
Amen …
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