There is just something about mornings that make them irresistible to me. Most people don't understand it, but mornings just feel so fresh and exhilarating. There is so much I could do, so many people I could talk to, so many sights to see! They hold so much possibility.
Mornings are peaceful. Waking up for the sunrise every Saturday is probably the quietest time of day in the city. That's how I like the city best.
A few months ago, Pastor Bryan preached a sermon on Mark 5, where Jesus raises a dead girl by taking her hand and saying, "Talitha koum!" The NIV translates this saying into "Little girl, I say to you, get up!" But Pastor Bryan explained that this was a poor translation, as it doesn't take into consideration the cultural connotations. He painted the following picture: Jesus goes into the little girl's room where she is laid on her bed, takes her hand and sits on the edge of the bed and speaks gently to her what would be today's equivalent of "Sweetheart...sweetie, it's time to wake up."
This image is so much more powerful to me. It just shows how tender Jesus' heart is for his children! And it may sound crazy, but when I'm awoken by the sun peeking through my window blinds, I feel that's God gently, tenderly, sweetly calling me His and awakening me. It's a powerful moment, and the same image I had of Jesus raising the girl from the dead has popped up in my head every morning this past week.
Lamentations 3:22 "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness!"