I’m not a morning person, never have been and have no desire to be. But on the rare occasion that I have to wake up early, I’ve been able to witness the darkness of night as it’s suddenly overcome with light. Colors streak across the sky in a way that only happens twice a day. When the night is over, dawn arrives.
With winter approaching, the hours of daylight shorten in this area of the earth, making some nights seem longer than others. The cycle of day and night was one of the first things established when God created the earth. It’s more than just a natural phenomenon of the earth’s rotation though; it’s symbolic of the seasons in our own lives.
Sometimes in life it seems like the night is never ending, and you’re waiting for the light to come make things better. Time after time in the Psalms, the writer(s) make references to salvation and rescue coming like the dawn. Even Lamentations describes God’s mercies as being new every morning. The sunrise is the very thing that many of us are waiting for. Dawn always comes.
I’m not a morning person, but I appreciate the coming of dawn and all it represents. I might be a night owl at heart, and that may never change. The dawn of salvation though can change everything. I know I can always count on God to come.