The beauty of daybreak is something difficult to put into words.
There is the obvious translation of literal daybreak, a sunrise as it were, and there is another more figurative meaning to the word. And more than the picture perfect sunrise, I refer to the top of the figurative mountain that we all occasionally find ourselves on. The peak. The occasional moment in our lives where we've finally finished this climb. We've conquered this hill. This trial. And now, we're gazing far below us. Looking at the beautiful valleys and plants below. A stream that we can almost taste fresh water from. The wind blows our hair, but we don't care now. We feel like we look amazing, and that we could conquer anything-Whoa. Rewind!
You thought I was talking about our...-my accomplishments? Oh no. I am referring to those times when before we look down the next part of the mountain, we look back to examine our path. Our footprints. We find that God has carried us up this mountain, and only by His amazingly unconditional love and grace.
Now that we're on the same page...
Once, with God's unceasing help and power, we get to the other side of the wall or trial we're faced with, we feel that with Him at our side, there is nothing we can't do.
At this point, I'd say, "Okay, okay. Maybe that's just me." But no, I know for a matter a fact several others who know exactly what I'm talking about. Especially my brother. He even wrote about a very similar experience recently here.
My day was just one gigantic blessing all bundled up for me to unwrap. The entire day was perfect, and I was able to accomplish things that I never could without God. I begged for Him to take this day from me before it began, and He did. And I've never been so content and beaming with happiness in my life.
I guess I just wanted to write about it, because days like these motivate me and encourage me more than any other day. Haha, I'm writing about it because I'm overflowing with joy and contentment so much that I could explode! I just about talked my wonderful sweetheart's ear off on the phone just bubbling over with excitement about everything! About my job! My life! Us!
I hope and pray that days like these will not be forgotten by me when I'm halfway up the next mountain.
I pray that next time it gets dark, which it always will get dark again, I can remember. And I can hold onto this glimpse I've had once again of Daybreak. And what a glorious Daybreak it is.
