I should have written this yesterday, but I simply didn’t have time. If you recap last year’s Valentines for my family (HERE and HERE), my husband and I were separated…but not apart. We were in the middle of a reconciliation. We were in the throes of a dark night that had been pitch black for so very long, and we were just starting to see the light.
Well, this year we are together…happily. It’s been yet another rough year, but progressively better. Bloke and I are (I can’t believe I can say this) happily married! We see the steps God has taken to get us to where we are. We feel more bonded as a couple than I think we even did when we first got married. When I had lost just about every ounce of love I had for my husband, God took what was at the bottom of the barrel and turned it into full-fledged love. The slate actually does feel clean.
The pastor at the church we are visiting preached the Transfiguration sermon yesterday (see Luke 9:28-36). It was such a touching sermon for Bloke and I because it not only talked about the transfiguration of Jesus but the hope the disciples had afterward. There was something to cling to. Hope has been a recurring theme in our lives as a couple and as a family. The pastor said, “There is a dawn that follows every darkness.” God made this true. There is no day without night and vice versa. Bloke and I (along with our extended family and even friends) have been through a long, long night, and we so hope that God does not want us to endure that particular one again. I think I can say, however, that morning has broken – or is breaking – on a new dawn for us. I really do feel like it is a new marriage, a complete family, and a new love.
Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the word Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall, on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning Born of the one light, Eden saw play Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day