A new day…

The Man and I have spent the past week on St. John Island, partly for vacation, and partly for work for the Man.  He has been spending part of his days at a medical conference, which means waking up early enough each morning to be blessed with a stunning sunrise.  Back home on the Farm, we are privy to some of the most amazing sunsets I’ve ever seen, and have never given much thought to the sun rising in the morning as an event worth getting out of bed early for.  These past few days have changed my mind, however, and not just for the visual feast.  As the sun rises over the island mountains, it is met with a thick layer of morning rain clouds that do their best to dampen it’s arrival, and try as they might, the clouds are forced to give way to the dawn of a new day.

I’ve watched this scene play back and forth each morning, and the result is always the same. The battle is waged, and the sun breaks through to be claimed the victor every time. Although there are often days in life where it seems the sun will never shine again, all we have to do is be patient and have faith that it will bathe us with it’s warmth and light.  I do believe that we are children of God, and that we are not meant to live a life surrounded by darkness.  Believe, have faith, and look to the East.  It is there that we find our hope and our inspiration, to forge ahead in times of trouble.  It is there that the sun faithfully rises, and blesses us with the miracle of a new day…