“…He is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings the grass from the earth.” (2 Samuel 23:4)
How it makes us so hard to recognize Christ’s love, even to the unbelievers? I confess: I’ve been responsible. How much (if not, every day), I can see the smallest mistake and stupidity as an excuse for flagellating myself! Like, humbleness would be nothing short of a flagellated back for my fault.
Tough is to shine wherever we are. Easy is to abolish foolishness and cover one at the same time. Only a few recognize the blessing of the new morning, of seeing and saying: “This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. (Psalms 118:24)”. They are those Heaven hugs, full of opportunity, peace and love. Those have their eyes on the Giver of live, not on their unhealthy sinful nature.
The morning is filled of mercies. Isn’t it beautiful seeing one rise in the summer? And better is having a new morning in the heart, put our eyes on Jesus? Still, the time is there; never has it left.
Sadness is not what I have now; it’s uncertainty. Of believing, of growing, trusting and learning. From hours, times and postponing; from “hello”, “goodbye”, “please”, and “thank you”. Out of that, where are we? ¿What is the morning we have at bay?
And I repeat: I’ve been responsible for it. The wait is incomprehensible; the light in infinity, the time is now. Even though all attacks will happen, we will see a new morning, a new rock that God has put in it. What will it be in the end, you say? Well, the morning I’ve been talking to you! Where is it, if we can’t see it? You don’t have to: It’s in the cross, in your heart. God made us a new morning.