Dawn is a brief invitation to hope. In moments gradually bathed in translucence, past regrets recede replaced by possibilities. The aged prophet must have had something similar in mind when he penned, “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness” Lamentations 3:22-23 | ESV. I wrestle far too frequently with evening remorse; I need the sun to rise. I cling to the promise of inspired writ that what matters about me most can be rebooted each morning irregardless of what argument my memory and body makes to the contrary. Our God is the God of new beginnings. I prefer sunrise to sunset; I choose hope.
“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 | ESV