Shadows of darkness linger in the sky, but as I take my seat I turn my eyes to the East. From the womb of the dawn a new day issues forth. He awakens me morning by morning and opens my ear like one who is being taught... and so I listen.
As I watch the light overtake the darkness, I see that each drop of dew has encapsulated a rainbow. I breathe deeply the fresh moist air of the morning and let the message of hope bathe my spirit in truth. The same God who wraps Himself with light as with a garment has called me out of darkness into His marvelous light.
The freshness of the morning reminds me that I am invited to let go the burdens of yesterday and instead to humble myself and receive the fresh mercies that are being offered. More faithful than the sunrise is the God that I worship. I find rest for my soul in His compassion that never fails.
Each morning in the light of the newborn day I open His word and worship Him in Spirit and unveiled reality. I commune with my Creator and nourish my soul with the bread of heaven. The events of this day are unknown to me, but not to Him. In worship I take hold of the One who holds yesterday, today and tomorrow in His hands.
In His presence I know a peace that passes understanding. As the sky is transformed from light blue to a deep sapphire, I hear a voice from Heaven say, "I am the Alpha and the Omega, the One who is, who was, and who is coming, the Almighty." As I rise to begin my day, I add my voice to the voices of all who believe. "Amen! Come, Lord Jesus!"
