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Rise like the sun

Horror movies are scarier at night. So are shadows in the closet and unexpected bumps and thumps from corners of the house where no one should be.

These sounds are usually just the dog scrounging for scraps when he thinks he won’t be caught. (Try remembering that immediately while half asleep at 2 a.m.!)

Who, me?

Who, me?

There’s another kind of clarity that comes at night. With all pretensions of day stripped away, it’s somehow easier to see what’s right.

Life won’t always be merry. Sometimes, like times of mourning, simply getting from one moment to the next takes every last ounce of will.


But most the time, it’s a sign something isn’t right if most heartbeats, most breaths, most thoughts ache.

If that’s the case, something’s gotta change.

Somehow, the dim artificial lights of deep night make it easier to see that peace, contentment and laughter shouldn’t be cherries on top. They should be the glue binding everything together.

happy run

There’s too little time in one life to waste much just getting by.

By light of day, that recognition can seem sad.

By night, it’s beautiful reminder to make the most of each morning we’re lucky enough to rise like the sun.


  1. March 7, 2015 at 4:34 am

    This is the honest truth. I had to say something similar recently, to myself at midnight. Stretching to touch all the space that is now just mine. Reminding myself I am fine and joy can be part of it all.

    Once again your words touch empty spaces I couldn’t. ❤

  2. March 7, 2015 at 6:39 am

    Beautifully said. The heart speaks louder in the dead of night while the brain tends to rule the day. The trick is to determine which one’s right. They can both be tricksters sometimes!

    • March 7, 2015 at 6:46 am

      I think for people who try to be rational/analytical, it can be easy to ignore the heart as neither. But then, at night, certain things that just don’t feel right no matter the analysis … they all fall together as the weakness in analysis alone becomes clear!

      • March 7, 2015 at 6:51 am

        Exactly. And then there’s the gut. That’s a whole different animal. I’ve gotten better at listening to it over the years. It’s surprisingly often right.

        • March 7, 2015 at 6:56 am

          For me, night is when heart and gut speak together, asking, “But what is it you really want?” They don’t so much dictate end results as guide me toward a sense of who I am, at core, undisrupted by who I might think I want to be.

  3. March 7, 2015 at 6:43 am

    Nice post

  4. March 7, 2015 at 2:27 pm

    I suffer from what I call the ‘three a.m. horrors’. Everything looks bigger and darker then. The dawn is a salutory and beautiful reminder that the fragile hope bird is still around.

    • March 7, 2015 at 3:49 pm

      Me, too. I find fear and worry in the wee, small hours more than clarity.

      • March 8, 2015 at 4:47 am

        I wonder if how I feel about night reflects my early morning walks from days of yore. It was always so chaotic in my childhood home. From within the house, it felt like that chaos might go on forever. But when I stepped out into that quiet, and that darkness? Man, I just had the sense anything was possible!

        This all makes me wonder how my kids will feel about night!

    • March 8, 2015 at 4:45 am

      I have something like that for a few minutes after awakening. Once it works its way out of my system, I’m left with a sense of possibility. What might change when the sun rises again? I don’t quite know in the middle of the night, but I have the sense it could be great.

  5. March 7, 2015 at 7:39 pm

    Nighttime, just before bed is a good opportunity to find peace in our hearts and quiet our minds for sleep. Reading the Psalms often gives me a sense of God’s presence with me and His care over my life. It’s also a perfect time to pour out my heart to Him and give Him my worries, sorrows, and fears.
    And remember, Joy cometh in the morning 😉

    • March 8, 2015 at 4:49 am

      I love this! I used to say prayers of thanks before bed. I’m trying to get back into the habit, because–among other things–it really did set the mood for my awakening.

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