This morning I woke up before the sun (naturally). Robins are the first ones I hear each morning, singing their little “cheer up” song. In fact, it seems that the town is full of robins chirping in the dark. Maybe it’s just that the world is a quieter place early of a morning and I can hear them better. Anyway, with the start of a fresh, new day, problems seem less fearsome and I buy into the robins’ message of cheer. As Alexander Pope said, “Hope springs eternal in the human breast.” And to me, hope is never springier than in the early morning.
Of course, I’m aware that for some people, coming home at night is the best time of the day. After being at work, it’s wonderful to be able to get shed of the stress of jobs or trying to soothe irate people. What a relief to leave it behind for a few hours and concentrate on being home! Not morning people, these, but I can see their point.
One of my favorite verses of Scripture is found in Lamentations 3:22-23, “It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed…they are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness.”
Maybe it’s because of spending my childhood in the country that mornings, to me, are the best time of the day. I remember in the winter, hearing my dad start a fire in the stove. When he dropped in a stick of wood, I’d hear a satisfying “chunk” and soon the scent of wood smoke would drift back to me. A fire was going, the house was warming up, and breakfast would soon be on the table. And, as if that were not enough proof of a new day dawning and new hope rising, the rooster would confirm it with his “Hallelujah” to the morning.
An old poem begins like this: ” I wish there were some wonderful place called the land of beginning again.” To me, there is such a wonderful place. It is called “morning”. A fresh start, new hope, and a chance for beginning again.
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