Someone said: "Each time the sun sets, our life is chronologically deducted.

But, if we are gifted with the next sunrise, that extraction is being replenished.  Mathematically, it is a break even. 

Actually, what is left is none at all.  But a day spent.  A life spent. 

Which could be our entire life!

Our lifetime is measured by the rising and setting of sun, so we seize each day and live it.  Then we look forward to re-living every re-turn-ing season and hope to live long enough to witness more of its cycle.

I have understood it quite clearly as I live my life on a daily basis.

For that reason, I spend each day more of the time awake. I try to wake up before the dawn breaks.

I sit on my porch, a perfect belvedere.  The view from it beckons From there the ground slopes down.  The difference is what's yonder: a flowing stream? an endless prairie?No, mine here is a small irrigation canal and the rough topography of our countryside that rise up to the jagged massif. 

I wish to see an open horizon.  But mine is walled.

I look at the mountains as the splendor of sunrise is unveiled.  I try to see beyond those mountains which mirror my circumstances.  Mountains are not supposed to be viewed as obstacles, I say.  It is a challenge worth conquering.  Then I say to myself, I have been to the top of its two peaks before.  One at a time, I climbed.  My personal mountains are exactly like the one that faces me.  I will surmount my personal mountains peak by peak.  Such as my struggles:

 with my environment,

my circumstances,

my attitude.

I shift focus.  I look up close.

 A garden.  My garden.  The garden I invented.

I have made a spot for the flowers.   I feel God's presence. He is stopping by to take a look.  I feel His blessings.  I thank Him for the sunrise.  The sunrise that gives hope to the flowers and me.

The sun shines brightly until the shadows lengthen.  Come twilight.

I put off sleep much later…  Listening intently to the quietness of the night brings me full awareness of my existence.  It is so true!  I only live for the moment but that moment is usually wasted with the preoccupation of what "has been" and the perturbation of what "might be". 

Ah, the hush of the night could have been quieter.

But peace and rest are only for the dead.

I am still alive.

Waiting with hope for the next gift of sunrise…

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