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The Sun Came Up Again

I wrote this one spring morning in 1998. It’s one of my favorites, because it’s real and it was what I was thinking and feeling that morning. When I came across it again on this cloudy morning, I thought maybe it could be the beginning of a novel. The title would be attention getting too, don’t you think? I believe it would most likely be a tale about never giving up, which would be fitting. I need to write… something.

the sun came up againThe Sun Came Up Again

The sun came up again, across the street, in the neighbor’s yard, through early budding tree limbs. The sky glowed fiery red, then golden, then dazzling white, as another day began. A slash of light fell ‘cross my arms as I wrote, and the thought crossed my mind I’d said too much, heard too much, and suddenly… things had changed. I wondered if they had changed for the better. I hoped so. I’ve changed things before, by being too open. Too honest. I’ve watched the sun come up, regretting words I’d spoken the day before, things I’d done. You would think I’d learn. I have learned. I’ve learned the sun will come up. Sometimes you will see it and feel it, sometimes you won’t, but it’s there.

And I’ve learned love is like that. At times you can bask in its warmth and feel its arms wrapped around you. A flash of it will lay across your heart. Then… at other times, it falls silent and cool. It’s still there, just not as obvious. The thing is, you have to know it’s there. Never doubt it. Never turn away. Just know that behind the cloud, behind the mountain, behind whatever has made the warm glow fade… It is there. You have to let it be there. You have to want it to be there. It can’t always be glorious. It can’t always be spring.

Copyright © 1998 C Mashburn

 

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The Day Will Come

In the early first hours of the day, God speaks to me silently from His heart to mine, and I feel like a child on my Father’s knee, my head against His chest, listening to the sound of His loving heart. And as I go into the day, where I’m often quickly swallowed by the cares and turmoil of this world we live in, I hold tight to His hand, as a toddler holds his father’s hand. I feel His presence—His hand on my shoulder—every minute of every day.

The day will come when all this is true. Perhaps not while I inhabit this body and dwell on this earth, but it will come. He tells me this in the morning, and it causes me to sing for joy and be glad all my days.

early morning (2) verse 2

 

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The Sun Came Up Again

There will always be good and bad in our lives and in the world we live in, and it’s okay to feel the pain and sadness when it comes, but we can’t hold onto the bad stuff; we have to let it go and move on. I know, it’s a lot easier to say than it is to do, but we have to remember the sun will come up each day and spring will come each year; we know that and we have to know too, there is much to be thankful for, even in the midst of pain or sadness. Feel the pain–wallow in it, if you must–but then, get up and move on. Look at the good things, and leave the past in the past. If we’re too busy being sad about yesterday, or worrying about tomorrow, we won’t have time to enjoy today.

The Sun Came Up Again

 

The sun came up again L pic

Across the street

In the neighbor’s yard

Through early budding tree limbs

 

The sky glowed fiery red

Then golden

Then dazzling white

As another day began

 

A slash of light

Fell ‘cross my arms as I wrote

The thought crossed my mind

That I’d said too much

Heard too much

And it had changed things

 

I wondered

If they had changed for the better

I hoped so

 

I’ve changed things before

By being too open

Too honest

 

I’ve watched the sun come up

Regretting words I’d spoken

The day before

You would think I’d learn

 

I have learned

 

I’ve learned

That the sun will come up

Sometimes you will see it

And feel it

Sometimes you won’t

But it’s there

 

Love is like that

At times you can bask in its warmth

And feel its arms wrapped around you

A flash of it will lay across your heart

 

Then at other times

It falls silent

And cool

It’s still there

Just not as obvious

 

 You have to know it’s there

Never doubt it

Never turn away

Just know that behind the cloud

Behind the mountain

Behind whatever has made the warm glow fade

It is there

 

You have to let it be there

You have to want it to be there

It can’t always be glorious

It can’t always be spring

 

Copyright © 1998 C Mashburn

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The Sun Is Always Shining

The phrase, “It’s always darkest before the dawn,” has always fascinated me. Being an early riser, I’ve seen many sunrises, and it’s always an awesome sight that fills me with hope and causes me to be excited about what lies ahead. Read the rest of this entry »

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What Do You See?

My friend, Waynette, posted this on Facebook this morning: This is my favorite time of day. It’s peaceful and nothing has gone wrong yet. Tuesdays are good days

I commented: It’s my favorite time of the day, too! It’s peaceful, and I’m thinking about all the awesome things that await me. Granted, most days, those awesome things get postponed, and the day is filled with normal stuff–even bad stuff sometimes–but, heck, at my age… I’m just glad I get to be here! By the way… you sure this is Tuesday???

What do you see when the sun comes up?

The Sun Came Up Again 

The sun came up again

Across the street

In the neighbor’s yard

Through early budding tree limbs

 

The sky glowed fiery red

Then golden

Then dazzling white

As another day began

 

A slash of light

Fell ‘cross my arms as I wrote

The thought crossed my mind

That I’d said too much

Heard too much

And it had changed things

 

I wondered

If they had changed for the better

I hoped so

 

I’ve changed things before

By being too open

Too honest

 

I’ve watched the sun come up

Regretting words I’d spoken

The day before

You would think I’d learn

 

I have learned

 

I’ve learned

That the sun will come up

Sometimes you will see it

And feel it

Sometimes you won’t

But it’s there

 

Love is like that

At times you can bask in its warmth

And feel its arms wrapped around you

A flash of it will lay across your heart

 

Then at other times

It falls silent

And cool

It’s still there

Just not as obvious

 

 You have to know it’s there

Never doubt it

Never turn away

Just know that behind the cloud

Behind the mountain

Behind whatever has made the warm glow fade

It is there

 

You have to let it be there

You have to want it to be there

It can’t always be glorious

It can’t always be spring

 

 Copyright © 1998 C Mashburn

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The Good Things

If we slow down, stop chasing our tails, and focus on God and all the good things that surround us, we’ll be enjoy our lives more fully. We see things God has done, we experience his love and favor, but hardly break stride as we hurry through our busy day. Too often, we take the remarkable things He does for granted.

Life is awesome, and, more than ever, we need to “stop and smell the roses.” Let’s enjoy the remarkable things God has given us, and be filled with awe!

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Everyone was amazed and gave praise to God. They were filled with awe and said, “We have seen remarkable things today.” Luke 5:26

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Just Another Sunrise

I live in the state of wow.

Just another flower…

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My Favorite Part of the Day

Where do I begin…

to tell the story of how great each day can be…

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