From one window of the house, I saw the sun, glorious and ripe and promising. Across the house, in the kitchen where I made my coffee, the light was just starting to illuminate the surrounding houses and landscape, but without the colour. It looked dull. Cold and bland.
I think that’s how I look at life sometimes. We don’t always get the sunrise seats. So when we can’t see the glory that’s coming up, it’s easy to view another day as just a new reminder of all the leaves that haven’t been raked yet, and the way that fence still tilts.
Same morning, different view.
Same promise, different belief.
I need to stay in the Son.