There are dark nights, nights with no moon, no stars.
Times where tears fall, and pillows bring no comfort.
Times, when the clock ticks, the chime of the hour repeats hour after hour.
In those times I talk to God, I recite many psalms.
Eventually, slumber falls.
I wake, sometimes before dawn.
There are times when,
the minute my eyes open
I have to get out of bed.
There is an urgency as
I get dressed.
I have to go.....
I have to.
I grab my keys, hurry to my vehicle,
back out of the driveway and drive
east, on the country road and wide open spaces.
I drive in a sense of desperation,
my eyes peeled on the horizon.
I have to be there when it appears.
It's like my life depends on it.
When the bright beginning of a new day peeks over the horizon,
I gasp at the beauty.
I usually pull over and park, but
sometimes I keep driving, as if by driving toward it, I can get closer.
As if I can somehow reach out and touch a bit of eternity.
The brilliant, blinding, beautiful sunrise -
My Maker showing me a glimpse of His splendor.
reminding me of promises of peace, hope, joy.
One more day.
I can do it because He is with me.
Yes, that's how it is.
I have to chase the sun.
I have to experience the miracle of the day.
Whether I actually get in my vehicle and chase the sunrise,
or just go for a walk, and look up as sunlight smiles down on me,
I have to have His presence in my life.
like manna for my day.
The sun.
The Son.
A glimpse of the beauty around me, reminding me that He is
majestic, eternal, and full of life and light -
He knows where I'm at on this journey of life,
and He loves me.
He understands, and cares.
Ah, the smile of the sun.
Almost like I can hear my Father's voice.
"Ah, little darling," I hear Him say, "Here comes the sun."
~Selah.
