Morning. Blue circles under my eyes. Black coffee. Icy chill filling our concrete apartment. One lamp on in the living room, casting light down over the NIV that I bought at Baker Book House back in college. I read:
"Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you..." Psalm 143:8
I begin to pray, and as my soul gives way to conversation with G0D, the morning stars fizzle and give way to this:
Morning has spoken.