But the path of the just is like the shining sun, That
shines ever brighter unto the perfect day.
(Proverbs 4:18 )
God gives us light for our next
step. If we take it in faith and
obedience, He gives more light. As we
mature spiritually, by walking in His light with Him, the path becomes brighter
and the way clearer. We come to
recognize God’s leading—the path clearly distinguishable by our familiarity
with it. Best of all, we know that it
ends in eternal Day—the brightness of God’s radiant glory, enveloping us in
Heaven!
Today is the dawn of a new day of
opportunity. Did I take a detour into
darkness yesterday and stumble in unbelief and rebellion? God will forgive—if I repent—and set me on
the right path today. In a time of such
darkness that befell a nation in rebellion against God, the Lord gave His
prophet this shaft of light breaking through the clouds:
Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
(Lamentations 3:22-23 )
Even if I have been unfaithful, I
find God is faithful still. His mercies
are as a dam restraining the flood of His wrath that I merit. This new day I am awake and alive with opportunity
for a fresh start. God is great and
nowhere is this more evident than in the infinite glory of His grace toward me!
I can join with the Psalmist in
affirming, “This is the day the LORD has
made; We will rejoice and be glad in it.”
(Ps.118:24 ) Here I have a gift unwrapped—this special
day, uniquely designed by God. It is a
day unlike any other day and will never be exactly replicated again. I choose to begin this day with God! In this day, I rejoice and am glad!
The hymn has been sung countless
times, but let its message stir your soul again:
I come
to the garden alone,
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known. (Charles A. Miles)
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known. (Charles A. Miles)