Before Dawn

Before Dawn

DAWN CREEPS UP to Horizon’s edge and peeks over its rim.  Although she is quiet, she gives herself away with a shimmering glow.  Her soft light penetrates the black velvet sky ever so dimly.  Boney trees stand silhouetted against a dark gray landscape.

                Sounds of night fade.  Morning awakens.  Restless bullfrogs settle down to sleep as wrens open drowsy eyes and chirp good morning to the world.  Carpets of dew-drenched grass cover the rolling hills. Air holds captive the pungent smell of Earth.  Night ebbs. Morning approaches.  Darkness gives way to Light.  And Earth comes alive.

                As I drive to work each morning, I am privileged to watch the earth awaken. Lately there have been some beautiful sunrises.  I marvel at the sun’s rays shining through or around grayish clouds encapsulating them with a golden glow.  Sometimes the sun is a huge orange orb rising slowly above the horizon until it hangs suspended in the sky.  Then there are mornings the sky is painted with pastel watercolor hues that overlap each other; no distinct lines.  One color fades into the next washing the sky with the softness of the morning light.

                Scripture tells us that Jesus went out on several occasions to a secluded place to pray early in the morning.   I picture him sitting under a tree.  Relaxed.  Eyes looking toward Heaven.  I see tear tracks glistening on his cheeks as the sun’s rays seek their way through billowy gray clouds.  I hear Jesus praying to God as daylight sneaks up on the darkness of night.

                In the stillness of the early morning air and the quietness of the dawn, Jesus was not distracted by crowds.   His full attention was on his Heavenly father.  When all were asleep, Jesus prayed.  How peaceful that must have been.

                I get up at very early most weekday mornings.  I spend quiet time reading, writing, and focusing on God before I get ready for work.  There is something about sitting quietly alone in my living room while everyone else is asleep that brings peace and a closeness to God.

                 Jesus grew close to God in the wee morning hours secluded from the world.  When do you draw close to God?  Where do you pray?  Do you pray in your car on your way to work?  Or in the quietness of the morning before the hustle and bustle of your day starts?  Maybe it’s at night before you close your eyes in slumber?

                If you don’t have a special place or specific time of day to pray, take a moment and learn from Jesus.   Follow His lead.  Find a solitary place and pick a time that you can talk to God without interruptions.  When you do, you will find that your soul will be rejuvenated and refreshed.  Communing with God will help you stand ready to face whatever may lie ahead.

“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.”  (Mark 1:35, NIV)