We are the morning people: Lisa-Jo

I hope you are enjoying the two weeks of Guest Bloggers!

I know that I have completely enjoyed reading and uploading all of these lovely ladies blogs!

If you are reading on Thursday or Friday, we are headed back to the states, Lord willing. Please pray for travel mercies and good rest, good health, and peaceful spirits as we reflect on all the Lord has done!

Lisa Jo has a way with words and on more than one occasion, has scooped me into her linguistic embrace and helped me feel at home, cherished, nurtured, and encouraged. Lisa-Jo is South African by birth and American by marriage. She and her husband have two young sons who color their lives and complicate their frequent travel. In the last decade she hasn’t lived in any country longer than three years and with family on two continents she writes about life lived in between countries, callings and kids at www.thegypsymama.com. Her favorite cities are Pretoria, Washington, D.C. and Prague and she welcomes you to follow her on twitter as @thegypsymama.

Guest Blogger: Lisa-Jo

Her Blog: www.thegypsymama.com

We are the morning people.

We might have nightmares, thrash around in the dark and grope towards a night light. But we are the destined-for-morning people.

We are the sunshine creeping over the edge of a dark rock rolled away people. We are the gaping hole in the side of a hill defied by the Light people. We are the dew early rise with the Gardner people.

We are the Sunday morning people.

We are the promises of new mercies every morning people. And these promises are our flaming torch in the midnight hour. They blaze a trail for our confused hearts and blind feet. They carve a way out of the darkness when there seems to be none. And they lead us towards the horizon.

And the whole universe testifies that morning will come. As surely as the earth turns on its axel and rotates around the sun. As surely as the sun burns at a temperature of 13,600,000 kelvins at its core. As surely as its light travels to Earth in 8 minutes and 19 seconds to crack through the clouds and paint my son’s eyelashes golden.

Morning will come.

We must not become so accustomed to the dark, so confined by its four walls, that we doubt the morning. But even if we do, even if we lose our sight and our will to keep walking forward, the morning sends a messenger back to find us – to bring us out into the light.

He will lead us tenderly, blindly forward, one foot at a time, until we feel the first flush of warmth on our cheeks. And eyelids swollen shut with weeping will be bathed in sunshine. And we will be the reflected glory of the Son who saved us.

The people walking in darkness
have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of the shadow of death a
a light has dawned. Isaiah 9:2.