Recently I started running in the mornings. I begin when it’s dark but by the time I’m finished the sun is peeking over the edge of the small hills on my country road.
A sunrise is another beginning. Another chance. Another day to love and laugh and cry. Another day to live like it matters.
A sunrise could be the start of a brand new way of living. It brings a whole bunch of new opportunities. It could bring laughter and joy and forgiveness. And healing and compassion.
A sunrise is hope rising and light shining into our darkest seasons.
Since I’ve begun this new thing I’ve seen more beautiful sunrises in the past 6 months than I have my entire life.
The sunrises have been there all along. I just wasn’t there to see them.
In response to the Daily Post’s Renewal.