I've been thinking about cities, and people, and the people living within those cities. How different things would be had we ended up, or started, somewhere else. After living in Orange County for four years, the scenery gets a little bland. Everything's clean, green, perfect. It's nice being back in a big city where things aren't so perfect all the time.
Woke up by five this morning, ate a quick bowl of cheerios, and headed out to a school in Oceanside. It's really not so bad once you get used to the sleeping schedule. Plus I love driving, so this job is a perfect fit for me. God is so abundant in His blessings! Still amazed that He hooked a sister up. Ye-yeah.
Mornings are beautiful, I wish I started waking up sooner. It was still dark when I left the house, hard to see in the dense fog. Mornings are beautiful because they're all about the light. The way the light falls, the amount of light that falls, determines what your eyes see. By noon, you get the hard shadows and everything's a bright California white until sunset.
Waking up while the rest of the world is still sleeping gets you thinking.
So back to the cities, and the people.
I am but one person living within a city of three million, and even smaller is this city compared to the continent, compared to the world, to the universe, and to our infinite God. It isn't until I realized how small I was did I realize how big He is. The light that pours in when you feel the darkest, the most broken, is often the most beautiful because it's the beginning to the light that slowly, but surely, pours into your life as you seek Him. Slowly, but surely, I think, is how He's been working lately.
God is seldom early, but He's never, ever late.
Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.
Isaiah 58:8
