The night, darkest, they say, just before dawn, drapes over me in warmth like a heavy old quilt.  The lightlessness almost paralyzing, pushing me into deeper slumber.

Then the disintegration of the blackness begins.  And in one {breathtaking} moment, like cracking an egg over a bowl, a severing of its’ power  for what is to be – there it is.  Light.  Night is over. Bright.

The darkness of night cannot remain, cannot overcome the morning sun.  It just rose in an instant and took its’ regal place ~ one moment longed for, disconsolate, the next, a done deal.

Morning has, indeed broken.

Cat Stevens* really knew.

Arise, shine;

For your light has come!

And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.

For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth,

And deep darkness the people;

But the Lord will arise over you,

And His glory will be seen upon you.

The Gentiles shall come to your light,

And kings to the brightness of your rising.  Isaiah 60.1-3 NKJV

The night {your night} cannot last forever.  Every night will be broken by a day.   Every blackness will eventually meet its’ match in a sunrise that will be seen upon you.  You will be bright in your rising and you will be where His glory is seen again.

*Cat Stevens, Morning has Broken