I love cool, breezy early mornings. I love the sweetness found in the air like aromatherapy. It soothes and refreshes me the moment I walk out of my front door. It calls me to pause and breath deep for a moment, to try to take in as much of it as I possibly can and enjoy it to it’s very depths. It reminds me of how small I am, how little I can contain and how abundant God’s graces are.
For a moment, all thoughts about yesterday’s past events, all concerns about today’s upcoming events and all worries about tomorrow’s future events are forgotten by the sweet smells that fill the air and begin to fill me calling me to enjoy the moment, to live in this moment, not the past or the future but in the present, in his presence where he dwells and holds out his hand waiting to lead me forth to face the new day.
There is an undeniable holiness about the morning as the world awakes from it’s slumber and darkness. The light dawns chasing the last of the darkness away with the glory of the rising sun. The dry ground from yesterday’s heat wave is saturated with dew and moisture fills the air along with a sweet aromatherapy of new life that sprung up from last night’s darkness. All of the earth’s creation begins to move from it’s rest and to seek it’s food upon the ground laid out by heaven’s hand. I silently watch as all of creation is maintained and provided for by the Lord’s hand. His provision is rich and abundant and to think – all of it was prepared while I slept.
A sacred quietness is present, a quietness that makes you feel as if you are entering a sanctuary and need to whisper. I know the moments are fleeting, already gone even as soon as they rise, but my spirit still attempts to hang onto them by breathing in their depths and tiptoeing in their presence less somehow I disturb them by my intrusion or lack of regard for the sacred time that I have entered.
A quietness that speaks of an intimacy, invites me to speak my heart or to be still and enjoy his presence before everyone awakes, for now is the time of sacred fellowship. Now is the time for my own soul to be fed by his hand, my own hunger satisfied and my own thirst quenched by his abundant provision. Now is the time for my own dry heart to be thoroughly moistened before the day’s heat rises to afflict it.
Now, here in the morning, the dawn of a new day, is the time when his glory shines forth most vividly for me to enjoy; his presence is most heavily felt within me and seen all around me. Now is when his living waters flow fresh for my own renewal and rejuvenation cleansing me from yesterday and preparing me for today. Now is the time when his light breaks within me chasing all the darkness away that no longer has any claim upon me. It reminds me that one day, there will be no more darkness, one day, every day and every moment will be like this moment, full and flooded with the presence of God. How I yearn for that day! Come quickly Lord Jesus so that I no longer have to watch your glory fade; for your presence will be a sun that never sets, a light that never grows dim.
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
– Lamentations 3:22-24
