Photographers say they capture light, not the actual pictures. I read that somewhere. As I sit on my front porch, I watch the morning light slant across the cement floor. The morning light is different than any other time of the day.
Haven’t you noticed?
When I take a walk in the morning, I soak in that sunlight as if it is special somehow. It’s just light, but there’s something different about it. Something clean and new.
My dear friend, it is a reminder of the joy we can find in the Lord in our trials.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;[a]
his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV)
“They are new every morning,” Lamentations reads.
I lean back against the chair and my feet get caught in the moving light. Even my ugly feet look beautiful. Everything is so fresh, like a blank canvas before the Master Artist has a chance to add paint. The crows are fighting over a banana peel in the gutter, squawking and making a ruckus. Morning song birds gather in the neighbors trees. She has recently filled her bird feeders. They are hungry.
I am always hungry.
Hungry for refreshment.
Hungry for love.
Hungry for acceptance.
The Lord feeds me.
What about you? Have you accepted the Lord into your life yet? Ask Him in sincere prayer to make Himself known to you. It’ll be as beautiful as this lovely morning.