Seeing brighter days with morning kisses
It was as if being awoken by someone gently tickling your neck or your side when the Sun’s light came flooding in a single golden beam directly on the pillow where I laid my head. I squinted and blinked and yawned and grinned and at last rolled over to avoid being entirely awoken. I still had some dreams to finish up. But it looked like God had other plans. I have been waking up a lot like that lately, with the morning sunrise meeting its target...which in this case was my head.
“Things have seemed to be getting a lot brighter nowadays. I used to be in such a dark place but God has really made a turn in my life for the best’, Jessie Zeggert (Caulder), told me on her mother’s porch with her little joy-carrier filling up her arms (and heart).
Each time the Sun fingered its way through my tiny basement window and seemed to softly open my eyes as if by some magic, my thoughts would zoom to my Father. “My Father has come to wake me up!”: the words I would think and feel with as much zeal as a little girl squeals with delight at the sound of her father’s voice when he returns after a long day away at work. Or when a soldier finally comes home and sweeps his beloved off her feet into a long-delayed embrace...She will no longer need to wish for goodmorning kisses and feel the too harsh realization of being alone. He will be with her now for always.
I’ve always wondered what people meant by how amazing it is to wake up to their spouse’s sweet face, and better yet, the comforting touch of their lips. What’s the significance in this? Why does a kiss as the first memory of a day set an eternal tone of peace and bliss? Does it serve as a quick reassurance or reminder that you are indeed loved?
...that you are not forgotten?
Is it your lover’s way of saying you’re beautiful?
Because my God communicates all that and more with the borrowed golden beam of a sunrise. His goodmorning kiss sets my eyes on Him and as long as He has my gaze, He has my heart.
He has my everything.
