Early Morning

I wrap my hands around my steaming cup of strong coffee. Saturday morning, I don’t have to rush off anywhere.

So I sit and look out of my back door. It’s dark, and I can hardly make out the trees out there.

So I sit with my coffee in hand, and I ponder the goodness of my God.I love being here.

And then, I can make out the trees, their dark form against a somewhat lighter backdrop.I can’t tell how and when it actually happens, the increments of time all run into each other, but now the trees are more than a shape, and I notice the branches.


And the leaves.

It is  day time now, and I even make out the individual blades of grass beyond the patio.


My coffee is cold in the cup and it is completely bright out there. I check my watch–I have been sitting here for 45 minutes.

I witnessed day break as light gently pushed the darkness out, one millisecond at a time, one fraction of an inch after the other. I cannot tell you exactly how it happened–it was subtle, and soft and tender. And darkness could not resist the pull of light peeling it away.

The birds are singing loudly now. And they remind me that light breaking darkness also replaces the silence of hopelessness with the shout of joy.

I think I need to go sing with my birds.

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home,SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home,Play Dates with God, Monday Musings, Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays,Extraordinay,Lessons from Ivy,Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday,Finding Joy,WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday. Wildcrafting Wednesdays, WFMW





  1. This was absolutely beautiful!!!

    My husband and I were just at an epic park near our home here on the East Coast along the ocean, the trail rides high above with the crashing waves below. It reminds me of California. The sun comes up from the most beautiful vista. He and I were saying that we need to get up one morning while it is still dark and head down to the park, and sit and watch the sun rise over the ocean. I don’t think in all my 56 years I have ever watched the sun come up. It is on my bucket list, and your post has inspired me to follow through with me and my husband’s plan.

    Thank you for drawing such a beautiful word picture and sharing the pictures that brought those words to life. 🙂

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  2. What a beautiful and inspiring post! I love the early morning but I seldom get up to witness the sunrise. When I have it has been so beautiful. Thanks for taking me there! I’m your neighbor at #TestimonyTuesday.


  3. What a sweet story as you watched day break unfold a bit at a time; revealing more each minute until the entire daylight was welcomed. Thank you for sharing with us here at Tell me a Story.


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