Morning

Night is the darkest, literally and figuratively. When something is on my mind, it weighs heaviest in the dark hours. The stillness allows me to assess what's truly going on inside of me. That's the time when fear creeps in, questions swirl like a tornado in my brain, and words form from my heart. Sometimes I feel as though the darkness might consume me. But with every night comes a new morning.

Lamentations 3:22-23 says: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (NIV)

Morning has always been my favorite time of day. Even when I was a little girl, I loved to wake up to the sun shining through the window onto my face. There's something about the start of a new day, the opportunity for life anew, that hints at satisfying a longing within me. Morning brings with it light, a new perspective. It also brings undeserved grace, restored joy, unfailing compassion, unending faithfulness, and second repeated chances. My mind cannot even fathom God's great, unconditional love:

faithful
compassionate
gracious
merciful

...when I am none of those.

Morning never fails to arrive.