Looking out of my window very early today, I was taken aback to see the hidden sun already at work, quietly rose~ing the velvet skies. Never in my life have I known the dawn to come so early, defying even the science of forecast.
And yet it had, this Rosary Sunday, eve of the Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary.
Pink and gold spilling across the skies, I hurried outside to rest my soul among the smiling blooms in the garden, the zinnias growing impossible tall and luxuriantly, wet from the blessings of dew the night before, the roses sweetly unpearling their petals to greet the new day.
Pondering the surprise of the early sunrise, I thought of God’s promise to me during Lent, 6 months ago,
God will help it at the break of dawn. ~ Psalm 46: 6
Is this it? Is this never before early hour of dawn the silent herald of help coming from heaven?
Then the LORD answered me and said:
Write down the vision clearly upon the tablets,
so that one can read it readily.
For the vision still has its time,
presses on to fulfillment, and will not disappoint;
if it delays, wait for it,
it will surely come, it will not be late. ~ Habakkuk 2: 2 – 3
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