Awake My Soul

I glanced out the window this morning and saw what I thought was fog. I figured there was no reason to head out for the sunrise. My wife got back from her run and said I better get out there cause the sun was rising (she also needed cream for her coffee), so I left, quickly realizing that sometimes beauty can hide at times, or maybe sometimes I just deaden myself to it, head down, half asleep, taking the easy out.

I would have missed this.

And isn’t it that way with so many aspects of life? I close off my senses, I don’t invest in the relationships around me, I choose harshness with my children rather than laughter, I choose stress over peace, I settle into comforts rather the hard path. I miss the still small voice of the Lord because of the frenzied noise of my heart.

Yet each morning, the sun rises, and I with it. I scrape away the dust of death from my eyes. I breathe in that morning air like the first breath outside my mother’s womb. With this newfound consciousness comes a quiet joy. Whatever comes this day I know that it is in Christ that I live and move and have all my being.