The Morning Sun

Every morning I wake up bleary eyed. I wish I could say that I’m always ready to “seize the day!”

But I’m not.

As I make coffee, I raise my eyes and look through the kitchen window. What I see, nearly everyday, leaves me speechless. The sun rising over the rooftops, breaking through the darkness with beauty and grace. The moon just hanging around, almost like it wants to see the sun too.

This morning, in particular, it was beyond beautiful. I like mornings like this one because Amy and I are standing there together. She got my attention and pointed it out to me.

Every time I see it I am reminded of Psalm 19,

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.

Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.

There is no speech, nor are there words, whose voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.

In them he has set a tent for the sun, which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber, and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.

Its rising is from the end of the heavens, and its circuit to the end of them, and there is nothing hidden from its heat.

The law of the LORD is perfect, reviving the soul;

the testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple;

the precepts of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart;

the commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes; the fear of the LORD is clean, enduring forever;

the rules of the LORD are true, and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold;

sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.

Moreover, by them is your servant warned;

in keeping them there is great reward.

Who can discern his errors?

Declare me innocent from hidden faults.

Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins;

let them not have dominion over me!

Then I shall be blameless, and innocent of great transgression.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.

Like David, the creation leaves me in awe and then my heart is drawn to the words of Scripture. There, once again, I am reminded that the Lord is “my rock and my redeemer.” Psalm 19, is quickly becoming a regular prayer for me. It aligns my heart and mind.

Is there a psalm or Scripture that grabs your heart and leads you to prayer? I would love to hear about it, tell your story in the comments.

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