The darkness of the pre-dawn sky meant one of two things. It was either still the middle of the night, or it was very early in the morning – what I call abominably early. So I turned to face the alarm clock, and it confirmed the latter.
It is unlike me to wake up so early. The boys in my house are usually the first to rise. But today was different.
As soon as I woke up, my mind was immediately preoccupied with a situation that has weighed on my heart for some time now. It’s a situation that has deeply grieved me, but there is little I can do about. It’s just one of those things where prayer is all there is to do, and to be honest, there are days when even that doesn’t feel like enough.
So I prayed about it some more while waiting for the sun to rise.
Then the rest of the morning proceeded normally enough. I arrived at work, taught my first class, and then made my way to a special chapel being held just for faculty and staff.
It’s a smaller venue than the main chapel that is held three times a week in a large auditorium. There wasn’t a band or a sound system, just a guy at the piano. We sang two hymns and then listened to the guest speaker who happened to be a local pastor I had never heard before.
I couldn’t believe it. The pastor spoke about the very thing that has concerned me so much of late. I sat there utterly amazed at God’s goodness. God knew what I needed in that moment, on this day, and He whispered words of encouragement in the quiet of my soul.
The pastor served communion.
I took the bread – His broken body – and dipped it in the glass filled with hope – the hope of new life.
I am no longer waiting for the sun to rise. The Son has already risen, and His light has overcome the darkness.
Filled. I am filled. Filled with gratitude for the God who sees, the God who knows, the God who cares enough to tell us so.
Yes, today was different. And today, I am thankful for . . .
61. Pre-dawn skies
62. Quiet mornings
63. A head bowed
64. A heart opened
65. A spirit prepared
I am beyond grateful for . . .
66. The hymns of His story
67. The words from the wiser
68. The bread and the wine
69. The gift of the Healer
I am also reminded of how incredible it is that . . .
70. My job provides a place for worship and communion and prayer
71. My class schedule enables me to attend chapel in the first place
Is there something I could pray for you about?