My mind is drifting between the shores of Dream Land and wakeful Real Land. I don’t want to open my eyes. The images and emotions still linger, but the sounds and thoughts of life wash like lapping waves over them. My bed is warm and soft. I feel cool air on my cheeks and nose. I blink an eye open and shut. The dark is gone and a dim light fills the room. It is not dark, nor light. It is a twilight, but “twilight” is an evening word. Is there a morning twilight? I will make up a word… dewlight. I like that. It makes me remember running through damp grass in my bare feet as a child.
I hear the joyful song of the birds, welcoming the morning. They are happy for a new day. I am too. The hardships of yesterday have been forgotten, like the images of Dream Land. It is a new Real Land, a gift from the Father, another chance to sing for joy, another chance to try again, another chance … “Thy mercies are new every morning, my Lord”. The sunlight skips through the clapping, happy leaves. Its beams flicker across my face. My thoughts sort and plan the coming day. My mind is refreshed, my energy renewed. I cannot stay in my bed any longer. I am ready to serve and love and live.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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This made me smile. Early morning is such a special time. The Bible tells us to seek the Lord while He may be found and that His tender mercies are renewed each morning. Praise His Holy name!!! Thank you! Anita