The inky jet of night blanketed the earth in deafening silence. Stillness. Thoroughness. A billion stars scattered tiny points of light high above me. But the complete darkness outside my window remained, reminding me of my own darkness. Where is the Morning Star that illuminates the darkness? My darkness?
When Did I Start Focusing on the Darkness and Not on the Face of God?
The inky jet of night reflected my thoughts — thoughts of discouragement. Depression. Where was my light of joy and peace? When did I let go of hope? And when did I start focusing on the darkness and not on the face of my God?
That’s not like me.
But on this crisp fall morning, that’s where I found myself.
I thought about the tiny points of light high above me, out of view, and considered a favorite image from Scripture in Job 38, ”… when the morning stars sang together, and all the angels shouted for joy …”
Were the morning stars heralding the coming of dawn, joining voices with the angels around the throne of God — even in this darkness outside my window and in my heart?
It’s possible, especially in my imagination.
But I think there’s more to it than that.
Just before the dawning of each new day, a bright light appears in the eastern sky — the morning star.
It’s brighter than all other stars and appears when the night is at its darkest, just before our Creator God paints the heavens with ribbons of apricot and splashes of lavender celebrating the rising of the sun.
The morning star.
Jesus is The Morning Star
Perhaps the stars of the morning were singing to proclaim the presence of THE morning star breaking through the darkness in the eastern sky.
Jesus said He is the Morning Star, “… I am the root and the offspring of David, the bright and Morning Star” (Revelation 22:16).
And Peter gave us more information, “And so we have the prophetic word confirmed, which you do well to heed as a light that shines in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts” (2 Peter 1:19).
Isn’t that just like Jesus to break through our darkness at just the right moment, and draw us into His marvelous light?
He opens our eyes that we might see Him and whispers with His delicate voice until His love rises in our hearts — that reassurance that all is well with our soul, that He holds the whole world in His hands, and even catches the sparrows when they fall.
What if the stars didn’t sing in the morning light to herald His dawning? What if I don’t sing His praise in my darkest hours? Is He still there? Will He come to my aid and rescue me from the darkness?
Yes, of course He will.
But how glorious is the moment when praise escapes my lips while tears course down my cheeks, and the brilliance of sunrise heralds the dawning of a new day … my new day.
Your new day.
Where is the Morning Star? He is Appearing Right on Time
For our God is an awesome God, full of wonder, great in love.
And though darkness falls about us, He is there, waiting — waiting for the perfect moment to break through the inky jet of night and spill His brilliant light over all that pertains to us.
Hope. Joy. Peace … His precious peace.
Let the morning stars rejoice in the darkness, for THE morning star — our Jesus — is appearing, right on time.
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It’s so comforting to know God is still here with us even when we sit in the darkness instead of seeking His light.
yes, I agree. His faithfulness reaches to the highest mountain, and His love comes alongside us in the lowest valleys with understanding and mercy.
I love this post ,but I love all your post
Thank you. You are so precious. I’m so glad it ministered to your heart. Sweet blessings to you, Nan