So, as a scrolled back, I came across tweets such as "can't wait to hang out with you today" and "wishing I wasn't so alone." Pretty dramatic, right? Well, that's me, I suppose. But, a tweet came to my attention and it took me right back to a good time, an eye opening time. Easter of 2012, "that sermon was exactly what I needed. #thencomesthemorning."
"Then Comes the Morning." What does this mean? As I sit and think back about this sermon, I remember all I wanted to do was thank God for bringing it to my attention. At that time, that was exactly what I needed. And, apparently, God knows that I need it again.
Then Comes the Morning.
The pastor said this many times. Jesus was crucified on the cross for our sins, but then comes the morning. Then comes the morning where he rose again. That thought overwhelms me. Things may be rough. I may be at my absolute lowest at times, but then comes the morning. Every morning, a new day to do with whatever I please. A new day to be happy, to forget, to move forward and never look back. That's the trick to life, you know. Don't look back. Don't think about what went wrong or what could go wrong. I know, I know. "Emily, take your own advice." Whatever.
Then Comes the Morning.
This thought resonates in my mind. No matter how bad my days get or how long my nights seem, then comes the morning. Then comes a time for new thoughts, memories and happiness. Letting go of a person is difficult. Letting go of resentment is harder. Avoiding regret is nearly impossible. None of my problems will ever go away. They are part of me now. They have formed me into the person I am. That might be a bad thing, but that's me. I'll always remember, though, no matter how low I get, then comes the morning. I won't be here forever. Some days, I laugh at the child I once was, so naive and trusting. But, as I shake my head at myself, I look forward. Why? Because I'll never be there again. Because I have seen the morning light. I've seen the morning and it's so much better than those dark nights. True happiness is so close, I can taste it.
I said before I came to school this year that this would be the year. I had such a good feeling about it. Something big is supposed to happen to me. I'm not sure where that feeling has gone, but I'm not giving up on it. Something good is going to happen. And, until that happens, I'll keep my eyes focused on the morning; the positive, hopeful morning light.
Then Comes the Morning.
Smile always,
e.
