A couple of weeks ago I had a long travel day for work. I had to drive three and half hours each way, so I left the house when it was dark in the morning, and returned home long after the sun had set.
I don’t like driving in the dark. But I noticed that the morning darkness seemed to be more bearable. Driving before sunrise doesn’t bother me as much because I know that eventually daylight is coming. It’s just as dark as it is in the evening, but instead of seemingly endless hours of nighttime, I know that morning is on its way.
I’ve been thinking about how this applies to my life as well. I go through dark seasons on occasion. And instead of seeing darkness as a sign that morning is almost here, I can only picture a long night stretching out in front of me.
It’s all about perspective. As Christians, we’re not 10:00 PM people. There’s no endless night for us. Rather, it’s more like we’re living at 5:00AM. It may be dark, but hey, the sunrise is coming. And it’s going to be beautiful.