At first it’s just a subtle, amber hint of glow, then the edges slowly begin to expand. As I watch, the changes are almost imperceptible. I imagine an army of angels driving away the cold, resistant blackness of night as they push the sun higher into the morning sky. Dawn has arrived. My coffee is fresh. Sitting here in my pajamas, what more could I ask for?
It’s still the “Eight-O-Clock Coffee Breakfast Blend” doing the trick for me today, and sleepy beginnings like this make me evermore grateful for my Keurig.
I do appreciate beauty of nature that morning brings with it. The soft chirp of night crickets still singing, the dew resting upon the foliage, and of course, the spectacular performance of the rising sun– never ceasing to inspire wonder and amazement. These elements are peacefully motivating to me.
That being said, it’s really a little more than that, isn’t it? The real magic of morning is that, somehow each morning represents a new beginning…a clean slate…a canvas waiting to become a work of art. One Bible verse describes morning as bringing with it a new helping of mercy for the day. The happenings of yesterday somehow seems to fade away, and I feel a desire to accomplish something great today!
Hmmmm….maybe it’s just the coffee. Time for another cup.