Counting on the Morning

As the first light of day creeps over the horizon, I find myself caught off guard. The morning has arrived so unexpectedly early that even the sun seems unprepared for its own debut. I've been awake since midnight, tossing and turning in a night so dark and oppressive that not even the faintest glimmer of starlight could penetrate its veil.

In these quiet hours before dawn, my mind wanders to an ancient story - one of unimaginable sorrow and sacrifice. I think of You, Lord, in that midnight garden, facing the darkest hour alone. You took upon Yourself all the accumulated midnights of human history - every sorrow, every pain, every moment of despair - and drank them down as if they were Your own bitter cup.

This realization hits me with profound force. You've been here, in this place of anguish and uncertainty. You've experienced depths of suffering I can scarcely comprehend. Who am I, then, to try to dictate Your actions or question Your methods? You understand this pain I'm going through in ways I never could.

Yet, even as I acknowledge Your wisdom and experience, I can't help but plead. Could You, in Your infinite mercy and understanding, make this morning worth the midnight I've endured? Can You bring meaning and purpose to these dark hours of struggle?

I find myself counting on You, not with presumption, but with a desperate hope. I'm relying on Your ability to transform darkness into light, to bring beauty from ashes. As the world slowly awakens around me, I cling to the belief that You can make sense of this chaos, that You can weave even these difficult moments into a tapestry of greater purpose.

In this early morning hour, caught between the lingering shadows of night and the tentative promise of dawn, I place my trust in You. I may not understand the path, but I choose to believe that You are guiding me through this valley towards a brighter horizon. With each breath, I reaffirm my faith in Your ability to make this journey worthwhile, to ensure that this midnight of the soul leads to a morning of profound significance and renewed hope.