I am up early this morning. My dogs decided that the day had dawned, and they were ready to get up whether I wanted to or not. Unwilling though I was to leave my warm and comfortable bed earlier than I needed to, as I sit here watching the first streaks of light opening up the sky, I am reminded that not everyone will see this morning, and I am filled with gratitude for the new opportunity each day presents.
It is easy to take for granted our awakening, as one day flows into the next. But life is a fragile gift. There are no guarantees that tomorrow will arrive for any of us. I am not yet ready to leave this place, and each day is a blessing, no matter what may happen in the coming hours.
In this Lenten season of waiting, as we journey towards the cross, I am grateful that this day has begun for me. And I am secure in the knowledge that when my earthly mornings have ended, I will be awakening into a new life with the God who has walked with me the entire way.
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