Morning of Distinction

Slumber barely opens my eyes. Golden streams of light rush through the blinds. I squint against the abrupt contrast of twilight and sunrise, making it all the harder to fully waken. But sun, glorious sun! I roll to face my husband, whose shoulders stack high and I hide. Just a moment more of shaded rest. But Son! Glorious Son! The pup at my feet begins to stir. She sees it too. Her puppy dreams come to a close. And it beckons us both... Her with her Lhasa hair, dressed and ready to meet the outside. Me, quietly raising flannel over my slumber clothes. Opening blinds as I slip past each seeping window. Adjusting to flooding light, I turn toward the illumination. And I remember the Light. And I lift my eyes, recognize the Son. Give Him thanks for day.

I open the door for and breath is momentarily startled. Once again I adjust. And the pup waits to, unsure of the distinction between the warmth of light and the abrupt chill of air. Glistening like snow, yellow grass barely peeking through a coating of white. Rose bushes, longing, without color, willfully - bravely- stand, waiting for warmth to bring life. All is still. Light offers a glimpse of what will come. Season to season, leaning toward change not yet fully known.

I adjust slowly to the contrast... Light, radiant, glistening, waiting, still anticipating. And I bow to the Son, my Father for this morning of distinction. The beauty of grace-filled life not yet fully awakened. Longing. Whispering grateful. Hallelujah...