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Daybreak. A burst with which I can relate. Morning's true colors filling the Earth from a palette where His blood sits. To see the sky is to become guilty of witnessing His grace paint your moments as you stand before a question. Yes, a question. What of me now? These four words I whisper towards my ceiling every night before closing my eyes and drifting off again. What of me now, my Lord, my Savior and Sustainer? I remember writing a song once asking God if life would be better blind; blind to temptation and colorblind from the redness of sin. The next morning I awoke to my bedroom filled with warmth and light, and outside was a visage of lush greens and blues like that from a postcard. Clarity fell upon knowing that we have to see sin so that we may render it useless to our breath and prepare ourselves for His use. Would you ever use a cracked, chipped, severely withered brick as part of a house's foundation? Would He use our tainted spirits to advance His kingdom? No, but He would call those same spirits home. What of me now, God? How I long to be moved by You in Your name and in Your progression. How I long for Your words and passion to burn through me and signal to those who stray from the path. How I long to have sin feel uncomfortable around me. I'm willing. So willing to die to myself. This life is but a breath in eternity - and up until now I have been welling off of my lungs. Severing so many attempts to ignite. Feeding a wound over my heart and my faith. God, I have been running from you. What if I still am? What if I am still running? Bring me back to this, as if I were with You all along. I'm sorry and You have forgiven me before the prayer ever left my lips, or enetered my mind for that matter. You forgave me before I was even born. And as I wronged so many rights in life's womb and made a mockery of this flesh, I drove the nails. I maimed You upon the cross. My intentions were no different than a murderer's. But You withstood my feeble beating until my hands became bloodied and violet. Until tears were shed upon those hands as I looked to who I so flagrantly punished. All You wanted was the best of me, but I gave You my worst, dirtiest, and ugliest. And as I looked to You with swollen eyes and clinched fists of remorse, I dropped to my knees. You smiled and spoke one word.

"Finally."

What of me now. Tomorrow can never again scare me for I am not bound to this Earth. I am bound to Christ. Its in the blood. Its in the air. Its just outside your window pane. The steam proves the heat. The echo proves the sound. Creation proves the creator. 'Cataracts in the eyes of faith' - pretty accurately describes who I was and never will be again. He wants me awake for this. I want to prove that this life is for Him. I want to fight to prove I'm right. To go and make Disciples. Honor in my step, in my tongue, and my acts. Hold me accountable, whoever you are. Its time to wake up.




So upon waking up - good morning to You, my Daylight :]