Awake That Day
The world around me is quiet and still as my eyes roll open after a deep sleep. The cold air bites at my nose so I am hesitant to leave the comfort of my sleeping bag. I breathe in and out. When a stroke of bravery hits me I sit up and begin to throw on layers to stay warm, but I am stopped in the process. A beautiful scene caused me to pause. The lake was shimmering in the rising sun, like God tossed a handful of diamonds down to the earth. The fire glowed with warmth as the few early risers gathered around to watch the orange and yellow dance inside the ring. Above my head the tarp shelter gently swayed in the gently moving air. As I sat there, half in my sleeping bag, I was swept over with joy and warmth. God had taken my aching heart and put in a place that was surrounded by beauty. I had tried to rest in the Lord while I was wrestling with life ahead. I had spent countless hours waiting to hear His voice or be pointed in a direction. But that morning I rose with a feeling of complete peace. He had blanketed me with love, joy, contentment and calm. Although the many questions that I have continue to inch forward in my mind I always fall back to that moment in my sleeping bag. For a split second I was free from everything. That inspired me to live in that place all the time, to live in that moment of complete awe of our Father. To awake every morning like I did that day; rejoicing.