Jehovah was not in the wind. And after the wind, an earthquake: Jehovah was not in the earthquake.
And after the earthquake, a fire: Jehovah was not in the fire. And after the fire, a soft gentle voice. (1Kings 19:11-12)

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Thursday, March 14, 2013

New Every Morning






It's a rare moment, but I can actually hear the hum of the fridge and the clothes clicking the sides of the dryer as they dry and it is the middle of the day.

I look around and see the dishwasher that I abandoned to take hostage these precious few moments of quiet to write a few lines. Dinner is thawing on the counter and lunch crumbs remain scattered about me.

I look up and see hope--on top of the cabinet painted the colour of robin's eggs, four blocks, laid out to remind us that our hope is in our King.



The bright sun is reflecting off the snow and throwing shadows of the naked trees on the blanket of white.

The sun spills into the room, the sun that cracked dawn this very morning, that has risen since the beginning and I take it for granted.



Most days I don't even consider the sun. I know it is there and I appreciate it's beauty and warmth, but I have missed most of the sunrises in my life time.

There is a beautiful canvas on display in the heavens every morning, painted by the Master artist Himself. A free, new, daily exhibit and I've slept most of them away.

Early shadows were chased as light began to appear this morning, when I read how the Israelites gathered bread from heaven, 
'Morning by morning they gathered it, each as much as he could eat;
but when the sun grew hot, it melted.'


He gives us exactly what we need every day. In the early morning shadows, as we look to the Bread from heaven, He continues to feed us. As we sojourn here, we, 'do not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God.'


As I watch the sun rise, I turn my eyes to the Son, for it would be far worse to miss seeing the beauty of the Son, the One who created the sun and causes it to rise every morning and holds all things together.

And, I can only direct my praise to the One who orchestrates this masterpiece every morning.



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Will you watch for sun rises with me in the days to come and turn our praise to the Saviour?

4 comments:

  1. I, too, have slept most of the sunrises away but oh how I need his daily manna. May I sleep less of that away :+) what encouraging reminders.

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  2. I love that Hos mercies are new every morning. I think I will need to join you tomorrow in watching His sunrise. Blessings to you.

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  3. quiet reflections of a moment in a holy kitchen. i love it.
    i have many of these same moments myself. surrounded by the crumbs and the hope. bless you, friend, as you find Him in the hum-drum of all your sacred days.
    thanks for linking with IP!

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  4. That view looks exactly like mine! I'm enjoying a peaceful moment now as the kids and husband are outside. I'm choosing to spend it catching up on blog reading which surely says something but learning still from beautiful, stranger souls!

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