Never failing sunrise.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


It’s a new morning. Before dawn and before the people rise, Heaven’s secrets remain hushed. Angels are sent from above and they fly throughout the earth. With their glorious melody, they awaken the birds and bloom the flowers. They pour out drops of dew and sprinkle frost. They give courage to the warriors, they add strength to the sick. They comfort the lonely, they celebrate with the joyful. As the sun rises, the angels dance; for they know they’ve prepared a new world of possibilities and chances: a path to choose and a light to follow. The journey has only begun, and the angels smile down as eyelids gently start to open. The sun rays reach the ends of the earth and the people know: a new morning has begun.

I wrote this a while back, astonished by a beautiful sunrise I saw one morning. 
Today I saw the same exact one. I witnessed the transformation of a gloomy dawn to a sky full of strokes of purple and orange. In a matter of seconds, the mix of the colors radiated on the clouds as a rosy pink. I gasped and jumped  out of the  bed. Here I was, 7.28 Am, looking out my window, mouth wide open at the sight.  First of all, I don't even tend to wake up that early, so the fact I was awake to see the sun rise is just another miracle I experienced. Second of all, the day was  foggy and promised rain... Why  would there be such a beautiful sunrise, as the ones you see by the beach or a bright  summer morn, in a plain November dawn?  There's maybe be some scientific or logical explanation to it.. Or maybe I'm just a lazy person who sleeps in through every sunrise and acts as if any sunrise I see is out of the ordinary...  But I'd like to think of it as another way God shows me  He gives second chances. He gives me a day full of opportunities, full of blessings and full of lessons. And even when the day turns out nothing like I expect it to be, He keeps promising a new sunrise. 



Lamentations 3:22-23 


Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,

    for his compassions never fail.
23 
They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.


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