Morning comes. Sitting at the table, the sun peaks over the horizon. That delightful first cuppa beckons and I take the sweet, quietness of dawn to gather thoughts, give thanks and prepare for a day ahead.
Light starts to trickle into the room. The freshness of dawn arrives and I wait to feel some warmth from the morning sun. Slowly light fills the room seeping into every corner.
As I wrap my hands around my cup, a little heat goes a long way. Not only do my hands warm, as I sip, so does my soul. My thoughts turn to the grace of a new day given. Each day, a chance to start anew. The day before may have had its moments and been far from perfect, for that is who I am. I am less than perfect.
However, by the grace of God I rise and face another day knowing that I can leave behind what was yesterday. I can leave behind my imperfections, my shortfalls and my failings. For God knows my heart. He knows when I rise and when I fall. He knows that I kick myself when I mess up. He knows the tears that roll down my cheeks from frustration and overwhelm in the solitude of early morn. He knows.
I open the word, longing for him to speak to me. Waiting to hear his voice whisper just a few words that will inspire and carry me through another day. Isaiah speaks volumes to me. Promises of his hand, his guidance are spoken.
41 Verse 10 - "So do not fear, for I am with you;do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."
A promise of strength. My meek, mortal body lacks energy and seeks rest. Yet the day continues to demand all that I have and more. The chatter in my head could easily step into the negative. It could easily convince my soul that I cannot do, cannot be or cannot compete.
No matter the day ahead, full of challenges as it may be, it will be my God that triumphs. For in Him, I rise. In him I find a strength beyond my capabilities and my energy levels.
I take another sip. Warmth starts to radiate deeper into my body. I read another chapter, another verse.
Isaiah 43 v 18-19 - “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland."
He can make things new when we can only see the past. He pours soul refreshing water into the dryest of places. He brings life to barren land where there is nothing but dry soil that has not felt the quench of life giving water for years.
When we let our hearts dwell on the barren, the desolate, we deny ourselves abundance. We effectively close down the water supply that will refresh and renew. We are choosing to wander around in a wasteland that has no life and sucks us dry of ours. Where would you prefer to be?
Today, I will focus on the new and not the past. I will not be afraid of what the future brings and I will not let fear hold me in the past. I will open my heart, my mind and my soul to the 'new thing' that God has promised and the past shall not define me or limit my potential.
For with God, I am strong. His way will be and my role is to follow his lead. He will take the past and use it to propel me forward. The challenges of today, tomorrow or the months ahead will only strengthen me.
Another sip. The warmth of the sun has strengthened, just as my desire to face the day has. The room now glows of morning sun and my soul is warmed by the promises that my God has graciously given to me.
Let my hands wrap around the cup of promises that the word gives. May they warmly resonate deep within and settle in my soul. To be recalled in that instant when doubt and fear come knocking again. To be released into the mind as I stand firm on his truth. To give strength to my legs so that I may rise. To give power to my voice as I declare the promises. Today. Tomorrow.