Morning Light
There is something about the morning light that is unlike the rest of the day’s illumination.
It is still.
It is quiet.
It beckons you to sit.
And admire.
This morning, I was awake while my house slept. Today, my front porch swing called for me to sit. Though still in my pjs, I couldn’t resist.
In the cool of the morning, there I sat. Swinging. No task demanding to be done. No laundry machine fussing at me. No dogs whining to bust out of the crate. No family member needing something. No internal thoughts pounding down the walls of my heart. Just me.
The door to the house was shut. All that was inside. And here I was outside. Ahhh.
The brisk air blew its breeze. The sun shined brightly. The windmill twisted. The plants stood tall. It was morning and this was their light to bask in.
And so was I.
There is something to be said about the morning light. How it is warm against the cool. How it shines amidst the darkness. How it shimmers upon the grounds. The waters. The lands. It was meant to be reveled in.
Light also provides nourishment for our bodies. The needed vitamin D. The warmth to our souls. The brightness.
And today, I could feel the whisper of God just saying “be still”. Stay in this light. Here I am.
I realized maybe that is why He called Moses to the burning bush. Away.
Away from the sheep. Away from the tent life. Away from the massive family below. Just Himself and Moses. Still.
As I pondered these things, it was like my soul took a breath of fresh air. The stillness, the quiet, the light was soothing.
The windmill spun and breeze blew again. It was God there passing over in that moment. My cup overflowed.
Ps 46:10 says for us to: "Be still and know He is God."
Seldom do we get out and do this. Seldom to we do stillness. Our culture wars against the solitude, the stillness, the quiet. Unless, that is, we are on our phones or Facebook. The time sucks of our day.
We pour out our time to a digital app, which doesn’t feed. A connection that gives a false love back and an ego boost up. But just as a hot air ballon is up and away then back down again, is the same amount of time that we are fed by Facebook and then grave more. Facebook or anything else, really, just doesn’t feed. It only sucks our time, hearts and minds away. It is only our God that fills our time, our hearts, our minds. And that is why He wants, He calls us… away. Let us pour into Him.
He calls us to come outside, to shut the doors of our lives and just be with Him in the cool of the morning. To bask with Him in the morning light. To allow ourselves to be nourished by His presence. Nothing less comes even close to filling our hearts and our core is only a place satisfied by Him and His presence.
I exhaled and felt so internally full. The church bells rang. I felt the freedom of having everything else behind and inside and me away. I felt released.
And in those few moments, it felt so good. I realized I needed more. More of a commitment to bask in the morning light.
As I turned to go back inside, I felt restored. Refreshed.
The door shut on the inside and I walked back through the dark house with the morning light in my soul beaming brightly and setting my course for this day.
It’s how each day should be. The light basked in, absorbed in, and then taken into the dark world and disseminated for all; to those who hear the call and those who don’t. The light is reflected and then given away.
Away. If we will just get away to give away.
It is what He did for us.
If only we would Be still and Know.
The Morning Light.
