Today’s guest blogger is Jolene Flores. Jolene describes herself as a Wife, Mother, Baker, looking to infuse a dash of Grace into this world. Dan Flores is fortunate to be married to Jolene. She used to blog at Grace Infusion and you can see some of her cake creations at Cakes by Grace. Thanks for your addition to…
The Grace Challenge Day 8
Morning light sets ablaze a darkened world.
I awake each day before daylight slips onto the horizon. Each day that my heels click on pavement towards car, I glance at the still night sky. Stars scattered in great brilliance, and the moon looks as though there a pinhole in the night sky and now revealed to us is a slight snippet of heaven-light.
As I drive to work, the hour or so that I drive, I search the horizon from all directions. I witness the morning hues stretch out their arms and suppress all semblance of night darkness. That golden morning light that washes over the mountains is the last view I have before I walk into the office. It is confirmation that the day has begun, the world has awoken.
To me, a sunrise is a sacred moment in the day, when God’s masterful hand paints a glorious magnum opus for us. For us. His chosen. His beloved. A sunrise is a reminder that God never rests. I sometimes envision Him looking upon us with an adoring Father-glance, the way I look upon my children as they sleep. To God, we are the most glorious of all creations. More lovely than the daybreak. More of a masterpiece than any other works of His hands.
A sunrise is also a reminder of renewal. Of forgiveness. Each morn is a new one; the day before is put to bed and the day ahead is a blank canvas for us to paint beauty upon. As heaven light warms us out of the cold dark night, we are given great opportunity to begin anew; make this day better than the last. That gift is given by He alone who spoke the light into being, framed and colored in Salvation Grace, and breathed life into our very lungs.
And so, in this day’s morning light, my heart swells with gratitude. Father-glances, grace, renewal, salvation, warmth.
Anything less than gratitude for this new day would be blasphemous.