Last Friday morning about 3 AM my dog bumped my bed. It was time to take her outside so down the stairs we went and out the side door. It was magical. The moon was full, there were no night sounds and gray shadows displayed intricate patterns across the hostas. Normally I am in a hurry for her to finish and come back in, but this time I wanted to linger. Fetching a bottle of cold lemonade I sat on the porch steps waiting for dawn. Eventually my dog came and snuggled. She was happy to wait with me.
Waiting for dawn isn’t new. Adam and Eve sorrowfully had to leave their garden home. They waited 900 years for a dawn that is yet to be as the darkness of sin encompassed their beautiful world. But, the promise had been given. A Messiah would come and what an incredible dawn would come with Him. In II Peter chapter 1 Peter speaks of the surety of the promises and the dawn will come just as promised.
Together we basked in the moving moon and ever changing maple and oak shadows. Both of us were nodding when we saw the morning paper being delivered and we both knew it was time to retreat inside. Falling back to sleep was easy because I knew the dawn was coming. But before I was deep in slumber I heard the soft breathing of my beautiful lab rising from her place beside my bed. She too seemed assured that dawn was not far away. Indeed there is a new day dawning.
Written by Roger Bothwell on June 12, 2017
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