Finding early morning soul space

Dawn over Wetlands

I sit on the bench. In the quiet I watch the sun rise and listen to the birds singing and calling to one another. There are few people around at that hour, but the wetlands are prolific with all kinds of bird life.

What a glorious morning, and I have nowhere else to be, no need to rush. I want to sit and soak it all in, to breathe and be present in this moment.

But there is also a little voice urging me to get up, get moving, and do something more productive.

I’m restless.

It’s not easy to stop, to be still, to be present, to listen.

I know this is an invitation to be with the Lord, to sit with him, watch with him. Not worrying about a prayer list, not worrying about whether he will speak to me. But just to be. To open my eyes, my ears and my heart to the beauty around me, allow it to inspire wonder and worship.

But it’s still a struggle to stay on that bench, not to get up and walk away.

On Purple Pond

A week later and I am back at the wetlands, sitting on the same bench. Another early morning. The fairy wrens are playing chasy, looping in circles, skimming low over the ground, alighting on reed stems before hopping from one to the next. Light glitters on the rippling water. The sun is a glowing orb rising from behind the hill.


And this time – this time is different. This time I’m not restless. This time, my soul is still, and I am grateful for the beauty of this morning, for this gift of whitespace, this gift of companionship, for this moment of intimacy.

In this moment I am content, grateful for this life.

I have stilled and quieted my soul. And I breathe life again.

But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content. ~ Psalm 131:2

The Way I See It

It was dark. It was gloomy. Pre-dawn and I was in the car looking for the right location for a great sunrise photo. Anyone who knows me well, knows that early mornings are not really my thing. For me to be up and out of the house that early is a big deal – it usually requires a red-eye flight and a 50 minute drive to the airport for me to be up before the sun.

But this morning there was no sunrise.

No sign of the sun any where. Everything was grey and misty. And instead of reaping the reward of a gorgeous sunrise I got to watch the mist simply become a paler shade of grey.

Not happy.

And then it dawned on me (pun intended). Perspective. It’s all in the way I see it. I could remain ‘not happy’ because I didn’t get what I wanted, or I could look for the gift in what I did have. Hmm, that sounds familiar.

Look for the gift given.

My compact camera isn’t a big fan of low light, but here’s my favourite shot from this misty morning.

tree in the mist

I look at it now and I see the beauty in the landscape, remember the moist air on my skin, and the birds warbling ‘good morning’ in the trees. And it was a good morning.

I think of other situations and events happening in my life – things I’d rather not do, pain I’d rather not face, stresses, disappointments and frustrations. I often encourage others to look for the ‘silver lining’ in their grey clouds. I think it’s time to take my own advice, and change my perspective.

Maybe one day I will be quicker to see the good in what appears to be bad, the beauty in the ugly, the lesson in the mistake. Maybe one day I will be able to consider it all joy (James 1:2-3). But today, I will just be thankful for the misty morning.

Is there something in your life that would benefit from a change of perspective?

Brand New Day

Sunrise - a brand new day

Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
Lamentations 3:22-24

Today is a brand new day of your life, a new page in your story, a new beginning. How will you write it?

The glory of light…

From the first blush of sunrise, to the bright colours on clear summer days, from the rich golden glow of late afternoon, to the soft kiss of sunset, light is a glorious thing.

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“Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.”  ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Come into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.”   ~William Wordsworth.