On the wings of the morning …

By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer

If you follow posts on my Facebook profile, you may have picked up on my love affair with morning. Pre-dawn, in particular.

There is something intimate about standing outside in the dark, watching the eastern horizon begin to glow—the light grow—as the wings of the morning spread wide and take off.

It’s a private moment between the watcher and God, because that person is catching something that not everyone sees or cares to.

And every dawn is different. Like snowflakes, no two are alike.

When I taught sixth-grade, I discovered author Gary D. Schmidt and his marvelous stories for middle-schoolers that all adults should read. His rendering of the Rumpelstiltskin tale, Straw into Gold, features a blind character who can hear dawn—the very moment it “cracks.” What if, I asked myself. What if?

One of the marvels of morning is the way light displaces darkness—as if each dawn is creation all over again, an image of God’s spirit hovering over the void and transforming it.

Not everyone today gets to see the sunrise, and the reasons are countless. But if you get the opportunity, take it.

Watch light displace darkness. Form replace void.

Scripture has a lot to say about morning. Below are five of my favorite references:

Psalm 119:147

Psalm 5:3

Psalm 130:6

Psalm 143:8

Lamentations 3:22-23

You might be surprised by what you find at dawn. A woman named Mary was.

… at dawn on the first day of the week,

Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb

 (Matthew 28:1 NIV).    


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From Branding the Wrangler’s Heart: The sun broke free, climbed Whit’s back and jumped into the valley. He looked over his shoulder, dipped his brim against the new light, and turned his horse toward the ranch house and breakfast.