Morning came early, so early it was dark. But, more than dark—it was the blackest black I had ever seen. The black seemed three-dimensional and hopeless: so great, so wide, so immense that I wondered if the sun could even rise; could possibly penetrate the looming darkness.
Cautiously, a strip of blue appeared slightly above the horizon, but the black still reigned on the horizon—certain of its victory over the light. Slowly, almost painfully, the blue spread up and became lighter. However, the horizon was still dark. As I watched the blue expand, I was unaware of the purple overcoming the blackness. When I finally noticed it, the purple was still somewhat dark, as though the black was desperately trying to keep its hold over the horizon. Gradually, though, the black surrendered to the purple; and the purple, to accomplish the greater goals of the sun, bowed to the pink.
Once the pink held the horizon with a gentle yet firm touch, it directed the sky, leading it the way a conductor would direct a symphony. Yellow flowed peacefully above the pink, and then moved up in altitude, making the clouds look as though they floated on a sea of gold, the excitement and love of the pink glowing on the white clouds. The purple slid back in again, glad to return to the picture. There they stayed for what seemed like a long time: pink closest to the horizon, then purple, yellow and blue expanding to the whole sky.
Then the sun carefully peaked over the horizon. When he realized that the darkness was gone, he rose. One glance from his brilliant red gaze chased every color other than blue away. Compared to the rest of the sunrise, the sun rose quickly in his red glory, eventually trading his red cape for a golden one. Soon his yellow triumph, which would last the entire day, was too exuberant to look at.
Our lives, at times, are like this sunrise. Life seems extremely dark: blackness that is three-dimensional and can be felt; blackness the hovers maliciously, laughing at our hopelessness. Then, when we don't know how it could get darker, it somehow does. We wallow in despair wondering how—if—the sun can rise through the gloom.
But then, life brightens. Not in the most critical area, but yet hope rises. We fear to let it rise to high, knowing full well life could grow gloomy and desolate again. As we watch the minor situations improve, we are unaware that the most serious situation is brightening.
When we finally notice that God is moving, He has already done so much! Slowly, meticulously, He gives us hopeful color, only to take it away again—to allow something better to flow into our lives in its place. Carefully, he changes our circumstances for our better and to His glory and praise. Soon, He removes all doubt, remorse, and fear. He appears to us, allowing us to share in His victory. His triumph and glory are so great that we can't look at Him; merely fall down in worship before Him.
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