Playdates with God: Sunrise

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You shatter the sky with the light of your face and it catches me unawares—the dark of the past few days having settled deep into the center of me. We rise into shadow now, move from room to room blind in the mornings. We feel our way through the motions of preparing for the day, in silence, sleepwalking; groping our way through the murk. And when the rain comes, it leeches out every ounce of light, bringing a gray sky and draping all the earth in this cold dampness.

But this morning, as I return from dropping the boys at school…you gather the dark at its edges and—like a sheet—shake it free of dim remnants. The gray is broken into shards of silver and golden light gilds the heavens. With this sweet chariot of light comes the return of joy and I can understand how the ancients would be so dazzled that they would confuse this glory with the One who made it. But the Psalms tell me what this sky is speaking. The heavens declare the glory of God…day after day they pour forth speech, I read. And, yes, I think, this is what Madame Sun is doing—stepping up to the podium to deliver a speech. And Eugene Peterson says in the Message that the morning sun’s a new husband leaping from his honeymoon bed…(Psalm 19) And I am a bride again, naked joy leaping in my heart.

The sun rises every morning and makes that slow walk across the sky to sink deep into an inky bed. Every day, the same thing. Why should it instill in me such a dizzying response…still? It never ceases to delight and I think about my favorite quote from G.K. Chesterton and I know this monotony of sunrise to sunset is so much more than a demonstration of my Beloved’s faithfulness. It is a gift of beauty…a token of love left on the pillow.

This sunrise is the love letter that I often leave unopened each morning.

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” –G.K. Chesterton

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  1. says

    That Chesterton quote is one of my favorites. Your blog, it is one of my favorites too. This post is radiant. Great sunrise photo – miss sunrises quite a lot. But sunsets, how I look forward to those!

  2. Elizabeth says

    You write with the heart of a child, the wisdom of a prophet and the beauty of a poet. And every time I am held in the grip of your soft sweet lilting voice. You make beautiful art, friend.

  3. smoothstones says

    Pure poetry. And when we catch a glimpse of Him, we know it’s just the smallest piece of how great and beautiful and powerful He is.

  4. says

    It’s ironic that you should choose to focus your eloquent words here today on the sunrise and the way God paints the sky anew each day, because that was what God brought to my mind early this morning in my quiet time. It wasn’t because I was gazing at a sunrise–quite the opposite–a milky, gray sky. But it is a wonder over and over and I’m comforted that you are wooed by it as I am–this great God we serve, Laura. So glad that you write about His wonders here. It always inspires me and draws me closer to Him, my friend!

  5. kingfisher says

    If God has to say “do it again” to the sunrise and moonset, every day, then it wouldn’t be monotonous routine, but the joy of every morning and evening having the privilege of creating all over again. So glad, Laura, that you can see the joy and tenderness in so many of life’s moments, and that you continually explore creative new ways to express yourself in hopeful, thoughtful, beauty-soaked prose.

  6. OutnumberedMom says

    “It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
    Just LOVE this. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall in Chesterton’s office. He is one of my all time favorites. I need to get back into Orthodoxy. What’s your favorite Chesterton tome, Laura?

  7. Kendal Privette says

    curled on the couch listening to rain pat tat tat the roof. and dying for light. and there is always always the hope of tomorrow….beautiful piece, laura.

  8. Pam OBrien says

    How blessed you are, Laura, to have stepped into your [high] calling. Your words are stunning. Time after time, like the sunrise. You give God glory – and I love to read your work.

  9. Pamela Kuhn says

    I drank in these beautiful words and asked God to give me joy in monotonous routine–to be as blessed with it as I am with the painted sunset.

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