Morning Is Coming

October eleventh. It had been a long night.

Everlasting, almost- but not quite.

I had slept only about an hour... two, at most. The changing of the colors in the sky gave me hope that the sun’s beautiful rays would soon be piercing thru the darkness that had held the night captive for those hundreds of lonely minutes.

I slipped out of my bed and into my sweater and pulled a pair of socks onto my bare feet. I cracked open the back door and stepped out into the crisp air of early Autumn. The stars that had so brilliantly graced the black sky only a little while before were now no longer anywhere to be seen.

Morning was coming.

I wandered down the sidewalk and back....... around the yard aimlessly. Grasping to remember past events, yet hoping desperately to forget it all.

I had obeyed.

I had done just exactly what Father God had asked me to do. I had let go. I had surrendered. I had given my dream and my hopes to Him. And now the painful reality of the choice I had just made threatened to crush me with sorrow.

But the choice had been made. I had chosen Jesus. Jesus alone. He is enough.

But it was still dark.

Light hadn’t broken through and made everything clear the moment I obeyed. It actually had grown darker. Much darker. And the sorrow got deeper as the night wore on.

I looked up across the yard and noticed, to my surprise, the Morning Glories that had grown over the arbor were in full bloom.

This early in the morning?

I had to see them up close. I made my way to where they silently grew and cradled one between my hands.

Beauty. That was a healing sight.

I kissed the petals.

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and snapped a quick picture. The lack of adequate lighting provided me with only a silhouette of the flower.

To anyone else, the picture might seem undefinable. Possibly worthless. Definitely unclear.
Just like my life felt at that moment.

But as I looked at the screen of my phone and closely examined the picture I had just captured, the message it gave became strikingly clear-

Yes, of course! How could I forget?

I smiled and whispered under my breath the words that I would soon find myself repeating day after day as the night season of life ran its course...

...........“Morning is coming.”

 

"Satisfy us in the morning with Your unfailing love,

that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days."

Psalm 90:14

"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I put my hope.

My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning,

more than watchmen wait for the morning."

Psalm 130:5,6

"You, O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light." Psalm 1:28

"...I think of You in the watches of the night. Because You are my help, I sing in the shadow of Your wings. My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me."

Psalm 63:6-8

"I rise before dawn and cry for help; I have put my hope in Your word." Psalm 119:147

"Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in You. Show me the way I should go, for to You I lift up my soul."

Psalm 143:8