
I’m not sure what’s going on outside this morning,
but the birds seem extra determined to wake up the sun.
I see hints of daybreak.
A silhouette of the trees begins to form against a pale blue sky.
I never doubt this daily transition.
Never wonder if night will end.
I trust the sun to rise as much as I trust my lungs to take their next breath.
And if I’m honest, I give little thought to thanking either of them.
How many other miracles of life do I take for granted?
And what would life look like if the sun decided to stay just below the horizon?
Stumbling around in the dark, I guess we’d never know.
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Maybe that’s what Daniel’s visions are all about.
Being able to see……………….beyond the sunrise.
His angel visits were exclusively for him.
Scripture says the men with him were so overwhelmed with terror they “fled and hid themselves.”
God chooses some dramatic ways to gain an audience of one.
What if every morning He’s trying to grab ours?
Ushering out all distractions and pulling our faces up toward His.
This morning He used the birds to grab mine.
Their cawing and chirping seemed louder than ever,
causing me to notice the darkness in a way I don’t normally do.
This awareness of the absence of light made me watch for its coming more closely.
I witnessed my back yard waking up this morning.
Little by little,
everything outside began to take shape as the sun quietly did what it does….
every single morning.
Our porch was there all the time.
So was our deck and the clubhouse on the hill.
Darkness didn’t take them away.
It just hid them from view.
I read from Daniel in the dark this morning.
But now the sun is up.
His visions lay quietly on the pages of my Bible
as I look at my clock (and the sky) and realize it’s way past time to get moving.
Life is like that.
Visions come and go.
Sunrises too.
And yet the miracle of them never loses its power.
It’s us.
We’re the ones who turn the pages too quickly
or drink our coffee in a rush.
Or choose to stumble in the darkness,
unaware of the power of the sun.
Or the power of His Son.
Maybe this is your moment.
Maybe this small break in your day is just what God needed in order to speak directly to you.
He has your attention.
You alone are His audience.
Soak in this moment.
There’s no angel here.
No extraordinary vision.
But there’s God…….
and you.
And that’s enough.
Soak it in.
Listen to what He has to say.
The Son has risen.
Darkness is no more.
 
					



 
  
  
  
  
  
 
 In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache.  My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at
In December of 2007 as our youngest son, Nick, was fighting brain cancer, I began to blog. Writing provided a way for me to release all of my questions, fears, and doubts. It also allowed me to share the ups and downs of Nick's journey with people who were praying for him all over the world. When Nick went Home in November of 2008, my blog became my way of searching for God in the midst of my deep heartache.  My heart was broken and grief brought to the surface every emotion imaginable. Being able to release those emotions through my writing brought a sense of purpose to my pain. Having already walked the road of grief in 1992 when we lost our daughter to SIDS, I knew I needed a way to keep from falling into a pit of depression and despair. I had walked close to the edge of a bottomless pit when we lost our daughter,and I knew I couldn't let myself get that close to the edge again. This blog has been and continues to be my tiny corner of the world where I can share My Heart as I journey through God's Word.......thus the name........ My Heart His Words. Thank you for taking time to share life with me. If we do not meet while here on earth, I look forward to hearing all about your life when we reach our final destiny.........Heaven! Email me anytime at 
