The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23
The chill of the desert morning left me with a shiver. I was nervous and my stomach rolled. I had never done well with heights and the idea of climbing in the wicker basket filled me with dread. Despite my fear, I climbed the rickety metal steps and dropped down. Once everyone was situated, the pilot released a blast of super-heated gas that threatened to deafen me and my fellow travelers. The balloon rose and we floated effortlessly and gently into the predawn sky.
I was in a sweat, cold beads formed on my forehead. I closed my eyes tight afraid to look. I began to pray and take in deep revitalizing breaths. After a few moments I opened my eyes and stretched them over the earth. A wash of peace covered me. Stepping closer to the outside of the basket I smiled. Colorful balloons dotted the sky and rays of pink began to streak the horizon.
After only a few moments the basket erupted in exclamations as the sun burst and light, pale at first, illuminated the world.
The ancient Egyptian believed that the sun died every evening and was reborn every morning. They saw each day as a renewal of life. To a degree, they were spot on. We cannot do anything about yesterday. It is over and done. We cannot go back or take back what we have done or said but we can do our best to make today better.
Do not dwell on the past or things that you cannot change, but rather take each day and strive to walk with Jesus. Each day, God extends his grace and renews his mercy.
Every sunrise is a renewal.
Typist for Jesus