You are greater than your past. You are stronger than any moment of failure. You can rise like smoke up a chimney. You were meant to spiral to the sky. All the chilling drafts of broken promises should not deny you the gift of life. Never forget that you are alive - sometimes weak, sometimes strong, but alive. You will be right some days and wrong some nights, but don't stop waking up in the morning. the morning is God's gift of another chance to pass the exam.
He has kissed you gently, tenderly, but definitely. It is not the urgent kiss of a desperate lover who makes demands in the night. He has kissed you with the gentle kiss of a Father's favor whose tenderness would shield you from the traumas of the past. You have been touched, blessed, kissed. One smooch, gently delivered from heaven's lips to human pain. You have been kissed by the Father himself. No wonder Satan has failed to destroy in the night what God has prepared for the light. You have been kissed.
This is what you have to know if you are to withstand the darkness. This is what you must rehearse against the goblins of old images and past memories that would assault your dreams and turn them into nightmares. Just as sure as a father's kiss would ease a nervous child trying to rest in a strange place, God's kiss is a sedative for you.
No matter how foreign this place in your life may seem, you must know He prepared you for it. When He kissed you. He shielded you, and you are His. Safe and secure, you may rest in the sanctity and safety of arms that will not fail you. A kiss good night is His way of sealing you till morning. And it will come, it will not tarry. The morning is yours. Spend it well, Use it sparingly. It is a gift.
The morning is for the hopeful, not the regretful. It is expectation. It is wet dew moistening dry ground. It is humming birds and honking horns and a city yawning into alertness. Greater still, it is the future lying naked before you. Daybreak is stretching into the fresh hours of a new opportunity just created. It is an empty tomb and a filled manger. It is life, love and hope. Never forget about the breaking of day. It will come.
Nights will pass, tears will dry, and enemies will leave. But you will arise in the morning.
*This morning, while I was at church, I was paging through my bible and a wedding photo of my husband and I fell out from a page that held this message. I thought I would share it because although I feel the message was for me, perhaps the message is for you too.
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