Morning

I love mornings.

It doesn't matter how dark the previous night was...you can always count on a brilliant sunrise that eliminates the shadows and blackness. Nights can be long, hard and lonely. I don't know if it is the same for you, but I feel so cold and alone when I'm the last one awake at night; it feels as if it's just me in that dark room, surrounded by my fears and doubts. But even when I think it's just me, the beautiful thing is...it's never just me. The Lord is beside me every time, telling me it's okay...holding me in His arms. And if that's not enough, (Which it is...I don't deserve anything!) He gives us a display of his majesty and beauty every morning.

What if we were to consider the idea that even simple things like sun rises and sunsets were gifts to us from our Creator? What if we considered breathing a gift? What if we considered the opportunity to serve or love somebody a privilege? How would that change the way we celebrated Him?

Think about it.

- Kels