It Begins Again

It begins again, with a blank canvas; the early rising of the red: the African flame, rising higher and higher, above the horizon. The crimson light bursts forth in fresh colours; iridescent reflections mirrored on the swirls and tossing waves. It beckons me to begin again; begin afresh; trusting the One who holds not just this star in place, but all others.

To breathe deep and drink it all in. To be still and know. To merely be and belong and for that to be enough. Oh, how my soul forgets the Truth that the One who first was and is and made all, is enough. The Truth that the Cross; that His coming and being and dying and rising is enough. Always enough. Abundantly so.

The waves stir on, as if dancing under the blazing flame above; flickering always in its light. I am that wave: restless, unsatisfied, deeply longing for more, ceaselessly rising and falling in a world I don’t call home. And still His light shines. Brighter. Warming my soul; stilling the storm; reminding me that in Him, like the dawn, the day is fresh, with no mistakes.

Flickering; tumbling; crashing. That my restlessness would be dancing – dancing in His presence; my life always reflecting His light and warmth – the life that comes with truly knowing Who Life is. That my life – in every broken, beautiful breath – would be a seamless, unadulterated, eternal act of worship.

And still, the seas move; hungry for more; dancing still in heavenly light.

The day is fresh; the possibilities, endless. He is here.

So, I give into His goodness; let my heart and soul break open abundantly, to receive new life in abundance. Laying down myself, I surrender – all of me is all His. Forever.

I soak in the light; His light and that which He created. His promises remain, for He is faithful. My future, my past and my right now, rest in His unfailing hands; Hands that painted the stars hold my heart and all I am. He is for me; the God who moves mountains and stills seas, heals the sick and raises the dead, who gave all of Himself for all of me, is for me. And will never leave me.

The dawn sings a new song, as my Father rejoices over me with singing. He will go before me. Into today. Into tomorrow. Into eternity.


PSALM 143:8

Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life. (NIV)

Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Show me where to walk, for I give myself to you. (NLT)

Make me hear your kindness at dawn, because I trust upon you; show me your road that I may go in it, because to you, Lord Jehovah, I have lifted up my soul. (Aramaic Bible in Plain English) 



I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me.  Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. 



The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” 


PSALM 63:1-8

You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you. On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night. Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your right hand upholds me. 

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