Day 12 Morning

If you are living with grief then you know well the feeling of the earth moving beneath your feet. Nothing feels steady or predictable anymore. This is one of the hardest things about grief. Life feels out of control and nothing is in its right place. It is a whirling, spinning feeling.

And then there is the morning.

Every day, without fail the sun comes up no matter how dark the night has been. We don’t have to strive or work to make the sun rise. No, God does that. It is a picture of his faithfulness. Every day, steady and predictable, the sun returns over the horizon warming our souls to life again. In fact, his entire creation speaks to the the faithfulness of God’s character: the cycles of sowing and reaping, the seasons repeating, the ocean tides, the cycles of life, etc. They all attest to his strong and steady nature.

In reality, we were never in control and he always has been. For this I am deeply grateful.

He is God and he is true to his promises. If he can speak the sun into rising day after day, surely he can manage my life. He can be trusted.

Hosea 6:3 ~”Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.”