Dawn is making her appearance, as light colors the sky and all around this town people are waking up. The freeway has roared to life, taking people to jobs, jostling briefcases, coffee, lukewarm handheld makeshift breakfasts. 

I am blessed to say my Good mornings to You Father, what a privilege. How many will say it? How many know it? How many even entertain the thought? The motion light flashes, AM dog walkers. I think about my own motion light. In Him we live and move and have our being……In Him was the light of men but how many recognized His coming? 

A small band of followers that changed the world, and continues to change it through His Holy Spirit on the earth….How long Oh Lord? As we see chaos, wars spilling into every area of the world. Corruption as we’ve never seen before streaming out from our phones, laptops, living rooms. 

Are you still here? As the piano softly plays a hymn I remember from childhood, memories come softly as a summer night at Sunday service. I didn’t know then that those times would become something precious I would sit and think about fondly as a distant dream. 

Revelation is opened, and we ask the question again and again. Who is able to open the scroll? Who is worthy? No one on this earth for sure, but for the Lamb slain before the foundation of the world we would all be condemned. 

Thank you, Lord, again and again. It’s become my prayer of late. Three simple words that mean everything.