This morning, I woke up grateful for light. I lay in bed a little longer than usual, watching the way it danced across the wall. I sleep with a fan on, so when it blows the curtain just right, the movement creates this soft, graceful light show.
As I watched, I found myself thinking about the power of light. Spiritually, I thought of the moment in Genesis when God separated light from darkness. Scientifically, I remembered that what I was really seeing was the Earth slowly rotating toward the Sun—our planet spinning us back into light after a night of rest.
That simple truth hit me: every dawn is a reminder that we’ve been given one more chance to rise, to see, to grow. I don’t take for granted that I get to see another day.