The sunrise is like fire and gold, spilling out on the water while the land’s still dark and cold. It’s morning! I wake up breathing in faith, seeking to find the Christ that I was missing.
I wake up breathing a prayer: “I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses. And the voice I hear . . .” is the voice of Truth. I believe that the Christ I was missing is here.
I wake up breathing with joy. Let the tears be wiped away, for I feel that the Christ I was missing is here.
With every new sunrise, I wake up breathing life! It’s a wonderful morning, and I know the Truth that the Christ I was missing – my teacher and my Friend forever — is always here with me.
Good morning!