After the darkness of night, far off on the horizon is a sliver of light. I enjoy watching the skies awaken. How the rays of the sun paint the horizon with different shades of yellow, orange, pink and red. It is such a masterpiece of art. I am amazed every time. Watching the sunrise never gets old or boring. It is new and marvellous every morning. I don’t watch it often enough.
As I started typing this, the sliver of light after the dark night is similar to a ray of hope after the darkness of grief. Slowly, as we patiently wait for the sun rays to fill the sky, we wait for our hearts to be thankful again.
Even on cloudy days, the sun rises. We may not see it behind the clouds, the darkness of night is gone and we know the sun is there, in the sky, still shining bright. It is a constant that we know is going to happen every morning. A constant in our lives that we can be thankful for no matter what is going on in our lives.
The faithful rising of the sun every morning, reminds me of the faithfulness of God. He is always here, even on the cloudy days. When I am soaking up the rays of the sun it is easier to soak in the power of His Presence. Unlike the sun, God is always with us, day and night.
“The LORD’s loving kindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23 NASB1995). The sunrise, God’s faithfulness, I am thankful for, and both, are a beautiful thing.
A Beautiful Thing 