The early morning sunlight filtering through my bedroom curtains always stirs my emotions. I stop my busyness to enjoy the moment.
Nostalgia: these curtains first hung in the windows of my grandmother’s home in Virginia in the 1950s; then in the small country house in rural northeast North Carolina where she lived with her older brother after my grandfather’s death in 1968; and since she gave them to me in the early 1980s, they have hung in each one of my homes.
Comfort: I am reminded of childhood days when the sun streamed through these very curtains stirring me from a contented slumber; how they billowed in the gentle breeze on a slow Carolina summer day; and how they captured the lamplight bringing cozy warmth to a dark night. I remember those days with a smile, back when everything was right in my world.
Delight: There is just something aesthetically pleasing to me about the way the light penetrates the sheer fibers of fabric, awakening the remnants of a lazy morning, boldly transforming my surroundings into brilliant, warm colors. It challenges me, what am I going to do with the gift of today?
Hope: The morning sunbeams, which seem to dance on whichever surface they land, remind me of God’s faithfulness to generations in the past; His faithfulness to come on this very day and His faithfulness in the tomorrows He sees fit for me to have breath.
And I am reminded, God’s tender mercies are new every morning. No matter what may come, God is in control. He is faithful and His steadfast love will never cease.
The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
His mercies never cease.
Great is His faithfulness;
His mercies begin afresh each morning.
~ Lamentations 3: 22-23