The Morning Sun is coming. How do I know? I know it by the faithful promise of repetition. I know it by watching the morning mist escape it lowly bounds.
Soon the Sun will rise and burn it from its hiding place. What it thought it did in secret will be openly proclaimed. “This land is mine!” Says the Sun. “I have come to claim what is rightfully mine. Away with you before my presence.”
The Morning Son is coming. How do I know it? By watching his faithful promise of repetition. I know it by watching rebellion escape its lowly bounds and creep across the land.
Soon the Son will rise and burn it from its hiding place. What it thought it did in secret will be openly proclaimed. “This land is mine!” Says the Son. “I have come to claim what is rightfully mine. Away with you before my presence.”
The people of God wake to spring in America. As I sat in the dark to listen to the rain sprinkle life to new born plants, I thought about the winter past. I thought of how quickly a season passes once it is done. How odd that the strivings of winter fade to a single picture of either success or failure when Spring moves in. And at the end of that inspection I find work. By His Glorious Grace I have worked through Winter to become something more than what I was in the Fall.
How beautiful to find that growth has been logged in my history. I did not do this. It is God, because of His beauty, who has done this for me. And not for me only, but for all who hear with ears not their own. For those who have been given eyes to see what cannot be seen with the eyes of man. And for all of us who fight that good fight with a strength that only comes from the One who is absolute strength.
How glorious to remember that God is eternal! To know that there is no shadow of turning within the God Most High we serve through Jesus. We rest in knowing that unending seasons will continue because God cannot fail. Death belongs to sin. And there is no possibility of God sinning against Himself.
With this I rise to serve. And I remember this: There is no fear in love. For fear has to do with punishment. And he who fears is not yet made perfect in love. There is no reason to fear Spring this year. For I remember that He has granted me sweet memories of holy work within me through the Winter. May God bless all His children with the same victory, and more.