O God, You are my peace and my joy. You are my sunrise.
“Where morning dawns and evening fades, You call forth songs of joy.” -Psalm 65:8b
There is nothing quite like a sunrise. Birds sing joyfully in anticipation as colors quickly splash across the sky. Hope rises in the chill of the air. The earth is still. Whatever clouds are still lingering in the sky only enhance the beauty of the morning as they reflect the purples and deep oranges of the rising sun. It all happens so fast. If you blink, you might miss it. Oh, but you don’t want to miss it.
God has meant different things to me at different points in my life. He has shown Himself to me in different ways. At times He was my Father; other times my Provider, my Lover, and my song in the night. Today, He is my sunrise. He is my hope at the dawning of a new day. He is my joy. He is vibrant and alive, vast and beautiful. If I could but capture His mercies in a moment, it might be in the splendor of the dawn.
And what about midnight? It has only increased my wonder of the morning. The clouds that once held darkness now reflect the radiance of God. The pain deepens my joy in the colors of a new day. The simple sparrow cannot help but sing praises at the possibilities that each brief day holds. To God, a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years like a day. Our lives are but a breath; a brief streak on the dawn of God’s horizon. Blink, and you might miss it. Oh, but you don’t want to miss it.