…. 4 You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the One who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.
This is my prayer this morning as i woke up to another renewed sense of being and life– another day to reasonably live life in a different light today; anew; fresh– just like how the sun rises outside my window. It is the same sun that rises everyday- the same star that ends my darkness. But its rays create a different light through my window every morning. Different shadows. Different focus. It is never the same feeling every time I open my eyes to it. Some days, I am happy to be alive and eager to start again. Coffee in hand, I would breathe the new beginning offered outside my window. Other days I feel idle and ask to stay in bed for a little while more, snoozing the alarm to delay for 10 more minutes, thus missing the masterpiece of light dance at sunrise. I feel like my body is not strong enough, that I haven ‘t recuperated enough, that I need more time to just close my eyes and pretend dreaming is better than reality–just a little bit more and I will be okay. On other days, I just want to sleep the day away, escape the truth that is life, but in then always ending up defeated because I lost most of the day already–and my hunger for food is incredible then. But one thing is certain with each awakening, and that is the blessing of a second chance.