Morning Broke Through the Darkness Bringing Peace

After a brutally cold night howling with harsh winds, the morning woke with peace. Snowflakes peppered down, covering the barren earth of winter with a soft blanket of white. Tucking my legs beneath me, I nestled into the corner of the couch, gripped a warm cup of coffee, and watched out the window as the glory of morning broke through the darkness.

The Beauty of the Wind’s Occurring was Revealed

A cardinal clothed in scarlet perched on the edge of our bird feeder. As he feasted on sunflower seeds, large snowflakes fell. Soft. Gentle. Cascading all about him.

The wind had ceased and now the beauty of its occurring was revealed.

When Morning Broke Through the Darkness

You see, the wind with its merciless howl is the very conduit for the soft and gentle snowfall this morning. The wind carried with it the cold air, clearing the way for the snow clouds to form and release their bounty of soft elegance.

The fierce wind had purpose.

Even though ugly and painful, it brought forth beauty.

Life can be like that.

At Times We Must Cling to the Cross to Keep Upright

Events happen that take our breath away. The wind blows so hard we must cling to the cross to keep upright. We shiver from fear of the unknown. Eyes drip with tears from the cold reality coming at us fast and blowing down our necks.

And yet, it is said that the Lord our God walks on the wings of the wind, that it is He that commands the wind telling it which way to blow.

Either I believe He is who He says He is, or I don’t.

Either I trust Him, or I don’t.

When Morning Broke Through the Darkness

Just like the beautiful gentle snowfall that came from the brutal winds of night, so He promises to bring beauty from my ashes. Just as the glory of the morning broke through the darkness of night, so His light will illuminate His presence to me.

And you.

When Morning Broke Through the Darkness All Creation Gave Glory to God

I sipped my coffee and gazed at the cardinal. He ate peacefully from the bounty of my hand while delicate flakes of grace drifted from heaven.

I’m sure he hunkered down during the strong wind of the night before. Perhaps he found refuge in the old apple tree nearby — the one with the stark branches raised toward heaven.

All creation proclaims the glory of our God.

Whether we look for it or not.



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