Coffee, Jesus and the Crack of Dawn
"God is within her, she will not fall;
God will help her at break of day."
Every morning, I have coffee date. With Jesus. Sometimes, I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and full of cheerful, chatty conversation. Other mornings, particularly those mornings when I’ve found that I’ve inadvertently let myself run out of coffee, I can hardly keep my eyeballs open and I struggle to read and to listen. But every morning, without fail, He reminds me of His unfailing love:
“Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.” Psalm 143:8
I no longer have a view of the sunrise from where I live. Even if I walk outside, there are too many trees to catch a glimpse of any horizon... It’s only on the mornings that I drive to the gym that I have the chance to see it. This was one of those mornings.
And the crack of dawn cracks something in me wide open.
It’s the whole light breaking the darkness thing. This whole new beginning thing. It just takes my breath away. Every single time. It reminds me of the moment when His light broke into the darkest places in my heart. It reminds me of His gift of new beginnings. The ones He graciously gives us over and over and over again.
With the rising of the sun comes the rising of His mercies, afresh and anew every single morning. (Lamentations 3:23)
And I’m reminded of my mornings, my coffee with my Jesus and what it’s really about. These few stolen moments in the still, quiet. These are the moments where He shines the light of His word into my darkness – and it is according to that word that He restores and refreshes my soul. He renews my strength. As the dawn is breaking, true to the word of my testimony, He lifts me up from the pit of despair and puts a new song in my mouth. A song that, very often, sounds a lot like Matt Redmans’ 10,000 Reasons:
The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes
Ann Voskamp writes that ”the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.” In her book, One Thousand Gifts, she encourages us to seek God in the midst of our daily lives. Because here’s the thing: He’s already there. And isn’t that the beauty of the gospel, this Savior, who meets us right here in the middle each morning.
The psalmist had a secret for finding joy, too: ”Let all that I am praise the Lord, may I never forget the good things he does for me. He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases. He redeems me from death and crowns me with love and tender mercies.” (Psalm 103:1-3)
This morning, every morning, He reminds me of these One Thousand Gifts and these Ten Thousand Reasons. And every morning we trade, my burdens for His benefits, according to His word: “Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.”
I know many people aren’t “morning people”, but can I encourage you to try it – just once. Drive if you have to and witness the sunrise. Allow the crack of dawn to crack you open – because it’s only when we’re cracked that His light can shine in us and through us.