Something You Can Count On

There’s just something about the midnight blue dawning, where Night meets Day to hand off the sheltering of all that is living. There’s a strip of beauty in this relay of ending and beginning. As the baton of time changes hands, a growing glow highlights hidden color of night and joins it with promising brightness of day. Woven within this morning ritual, is color and fire that sings. The soft and steady chorus proclaims the steadfastness of our Jehovah Creator. He who tucked the first blanket of dark rest around our planet, Oahusunriseapgart 2011and folded over its edge with light and promise of day, continues this dawning of care, day after day. The sun still rises. Morning always comes, until He declares it done. Above every grey and cold cloud, laden heavily with rain or snow, is a new beginning. Some days we can’t see the dawn of hope, covered as it is by persistent grey, but above the hovering mists, we can count on its steadfastness. What a lesson our Father provides for us every day! Despite what we see, what we live, His steady hand of promise is there. Some seasons are parched, and the clouds of refreshment and cleansing never gather in the places we would call them, but the sun always rises. Even after funnels of destruction unexpectedly rip through our sweet places, carrying away who or what we had the privilege to love or live, the sun rises. Day after day, and if we rise early enough, we can witness this declaration of God’s care. Some seasons are full with vibrant beauty. In them, there are not the bright lines of contrast – dark vs. light, despair vs. hope– rather there is a steady stream of blessings to count, that we can miss because of their abundance and our tendency to overlook the details. Let us rejoice also in them and remember God’s steady love is proclaimed just as loudly in peaceful days.

There are some attributes of our holy God that are more precious to me than others. In a world, a job, a family that keeps changing, I treasure this holy steadfastness. When He says:

For I the Lord do not change. Malachi 3:6 (RSV)

and

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Hebrews 13:8 (NIV),

I cling to those truths. Every sunrise underlines them. Every moonglow calls them forth.

The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy. Psalm 65:8

I’ve been up for a while now, watching the sun rise and proclaim a day of hope. What beauty God has wrought!

Beloved, always look up, for beyond what grey and rain-laden heaviness is above your roof, the sun always rises, as a reminder of Hope and evidence of its Giver.

What do you see above your roof today? Snow? Clear skies? Grey thickness? Come let us remind ourselves of what’s above that. WHO is above all of that.

P.S. I began this post yesterday, and ironically, today’s dawning was very different. Instead of the gentle ebbing of blue night giving way to orange dawn, I awoke to a sky cloaked in a snow-filled veil. There was no view of the glowing orb that God placed in the sky so long ago, to mark our days and shout His faithfulness. I noticed, though, proof that it is still there, rising and warming. From dark, there grows a gradual distinction of Cardinalinsnowapgart2014trees and flakes. There remains, even in the storm, the coming of light. Diffused as it is, behind the veil of steadily falling snow, it cannot be kept hidden. Daylight in a snowstorm still comes. This storm, as all others, shall also pass. How true that is for us! God is faithfully present, day after day, in both clear weather and storm. I love these physical reminders of His character, and am grateful for His wisdom in providing them.

And some of the Pharisees in the multitude said to him, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples.”  He answered, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out. Luke 19:39, 40 (RSV)

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1 (NIV)

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About An Earthen Vessel--Terri Apgar

Wife of one, mother of three, so grateful for God's grace--that's me. I'm just tucked into my bay window, opening my heart to God and trying to be brave about letting Him use all that He has crafted inside me to His glory.
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