SGLY: A returning to myself
Morning blue is the color that forms for a brief time when the sun softly rouses the moon.
Morning blue peeks through the slats of the bent miniblinds to find me stirring, sweeping over my eyelids and whispering in my ears that daylight is nearing. Tucked in a heavy sleeping bag on the top bunk, the camper is filled with night air so cold that it burns my sinuses with each inhale. I feel a tickle of excitement cocooned in my sleeping bag like I am morphing into a butterfly about to take flight in a new day.
Stepping down the ladder and into thick coveralls and boots, I pull a stocking cap over my head and make my way to the door. Outside, gifts abound: Birds greet me as if I know their language, and I chuckle and bid them each a good morning.
Morning blue has now grown pale with the sun's brightness as the wind blows away the remnants of night. I squint in the blankness and brightness of a fresh day.
I think upon all of today’s minutes that I have yet to live. Far removed from the stressors of the pandemic, people, and responsibilities, I am stilled to my bones by a calming that I can only describe as a returning to myself.
Little is better to reconnect me to my soul than nature – God's living canvas. I have been returning to this hunting lease since I was a little girl. My fingers have become sticky making s'mores around the same fire pit ring for more than forty years. And although my eyes have seen these familiar footpaths for as long as I can remember, I take each step with thoughts based on new experiences.
No matter my mood, health, or stage in life, these familiar paths greet me like a best friend every time I am at the lease. It is no wonder that I find God here so easily. In truth, God finds me. He finds me less distracted and more attentive.
I ready myself for the Lord in nature, expecting and recognizing His presence as much as I anticipate morning blue to surrender to the rising sun.
A humble pang rings in my heart, an alarm reminding me that I have allowed my peace to become clouded in the day-to-day bustle. A film has settled upon me like fine dust – just enough to modify my thoughts and focus. Although I believe in the Lord day after day, I have caught myself failing to live as if I expect Him to show up every day.
I often leave little room for God to paint. I fill the center to the edges with 24 hours of doings – relationships, work, finances, upkeep, etc. My canvas is full and sometimes hardened with the textures of worry and unrest.
God wants more for me and from me. He wants me to hand over the brush and the painting palette to the Creator of colors - to the true Artist.
God wants me to have all the blessings born in a new day. In this truth, I wake in and by His grace and live in and by His love. No matter what may come, the Lord has already painted the outcome for His ultimate glory. I trust His vision is far greater and more majestic than anything I can see or imagine.
Tiffany Kaye Chartier is a Christian author and opinion columnist. You can find her newly released books, “H.E.R.O. Faith” and “Bad Disciples” on Amazon. To submit feedback on SGLY, please contact news@amtrib. com. Follow Chartier on Facebook: facebook. com/ tiffanychartier and Twitter : @tiffanychartier.