Morning

I have to tell you...for NOT being a morning girl, they sure do hold a lot of significance for me!

My desert journey took place when Josh Wilson's song Before the Morning had just released, and I heard it dozens of times every day. The lyrics were so timely for that season of my life that often I could do nothing but pray "Abba, please bring my morning. Please bring my morning."

Even after the desert had ended (and I knew it had....) I didn't feel like morning had truly arrived. I craved it.

Then I went to Florida and God hinted that morning was breaking. I wrote this post about the way God spoke to me through a sunset and a sunrise I witnessed on that vacation.

It was less than a month later that I found out about the job that is now mine and as I've commuted this past year, God has used the dozens of sunrises to remind me that it's just the dark before the morning.

I took the back way to work yesterday to capture this stunning sunrise. (Back way so I could stop the car and take pictures along the way without disrupting the flow of traffic.)

 God is doing amazing works of healing in my heart. He's teaching me to be brave. He's asking me to trust. He's weaving and re-weaving what others meant for evil into something good. He's writing furiously. He's bringing the morning.

 And for all those times I wrote to you in deep hurt...for all those times I said I was going to grit my teeth and get through that desert if it killed me (and I sure did think it would a few times)...for all the ache I felt...I feel like I can't say enough now how grateful I am for a morning.

It bursts forth in ways that surprise me...but I'm so thankful.

If you're hurting...can I just tell you that it's true? It really is the dark before the morning.