Recently as some co-workers were grumbling about daylight savings, I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe I’m in the minority, but I welcomed the time change with open arms. Why? Falling back an hour meant my morning commute would be illuminated once again.
One of the biggest struggles I face in my faith life is carving out time to spend with God. Though I wish I always put that first, as I build my daily schedule, it often gets pushed to the bottom, and even then I don’t always get to it. When I started a new career a year and a half ago, my morning commute doubled. Though some might find this burdensome, I took it as my opportunity to spend time in conversation with God every day.
My morning car ride is often the only peaceful time in my day, and it’s in this quiet that I can really open myself up to communication with God. No matter the season, God and I will always have this time together, but I get a certain thrill having our conversations driving into the sunrise as I’m able to now.
From the colors of God’s palette to the strokes of clouds in the sky, no two sunrises are alike. Each morning presents an opportunity to marvel at God’s handiwork. Just last week I was transported: the positioning of the clouds and the rising light made it seem as if I was driving in a mountainous landscape and not due south in flat east Texas.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.
It’s on mornings like those that I can feel God speaking to me, revealing himself to me in a way that doesn’t require words. And that’s the most profound type of communication I can imagine.
Written by Whitney
The 12:12 Project is sponsored by Katy First United Methodist Church.