“My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning” (Psalm 130:6).
Something about sunrise and mornings brings hope. I believe it is related to a life force within us that rises, like the mercury in a thermometer, with each new day. As I read that verse from Psalm 130, I can imagine a watchman on top of Jerusalem’s wall, ever vigilant to guard the city against approaching enemies. It was hard to see into the darkness and that watchman must have felt a sense of relief and joy when night shaded into the gray light of dawn and at last the sun tipped over the far eastern hills.
In colonial days, the lamplighter would come around each evening to light the candles in globes atop tall poles on the streets. At times, he may have served as a watchman as well because he would notice if anything was amiss. It must have been comforting to go to bed knowing that someone was awake, bringing light to dark streets. I wonder if he also came with a candle snuffer after sunrise.
Morning means a new day and a renewal of hope while the darkness, like old sins and fears is cast aside in favor of light and a fresh beginning. Morning is God’s way of reminding us He is never far away even in the darkness of night and with the morning, comes His promise that He is giving us the gift of a brand new day.
“It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness.”
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