It’s a little past 0200, and I’ve been sitting here in the dark for hours, waiting for the sky to lighten up and for the sun to peek over the horizon. It seems like it never will.

Statistically speaking, I know that isn’t true. The sun always rises in the end, on the righteous and unrighteous alike.

How much time do we spend, really? How long do we wait for the sun to rise in our lives, literally and figuratively speaking.

You know what I’ve learned from quite a few miles of bad road in my life?

Even when it doesn’t seem like sunrise is coming, it always does.

Morning by morning, new mercies I see. It doesn’t matter if you’re in Yuma, or San Diego, Or Honolulu, or anywhere.

The sun will rise in your life.

My friend posts this hashtag a lot, and I’m only recently realizing the truth of it:


I think of my wife and spectacular sons and just want to thank the Lord for my crooked path.