sliver.

I peeled myself out of bed quite early this morning. My body in complete protest as my feet touched the cool, tile floor. As I gathered my library of books and journals, my mind screamed expletives with every step I made for my door. My heart { and the promise of coffee } was the only thing that compelled me forward.

I needed to feel hopeful. I needed to witness beauty. I needed to be reminded of Love. And at this particular moment in time, a sunrise was exactly what my soul was craving. So I stumbled on through the early morning darkness to park myself in a chair that would face towards the light rising over the horizon.

It wasn't the most beautiful of sunrises. Clouds are covering most of the sky, making for a rather hazy morning. But right above the skyline, there lies my sliver of hope. Light bursting through this one tiny opening of clouds, as if the Hands of a Maker cut open this little piece of an otherwise dreary canvas to pour out His beauty. It wasn't what I thought it would be. Yet, my heart still settled into the quiet whispers of hope with a satisfying sigh.

That's the thing about sunrises, isn't it? Even on the mornings where they seem hidden, you still can see the evidence of their existence everywhere. The birds chirping their hopeful, morning songs. The day waking up to soft, hopeful lighting. The hopeful stillness of the quiet that settles all around and within.

And in a time of my life where my heart feels like it is just now waking up - this is exactly what I needed. A subtle sliver of Hope that settles on the edge of the earth and all around the edges of my soul.

It feels like holy, hopeful ground.