Each day is a new day. Unlike any other day. Yes, the sun comes up in the east, but as it rises there is a newness about it, as if it had never risen before and I am seeing the sunrise for the first time.
Each day I am reborn. Reborn with the new dawn. Reborn as the rays of the sun run slowly across my yard, piercing the darkness of the dark woods. Reborn in the light.
A new beginning. A chance to be made new. A new day to get it right, to say the right things, to walk the path of righteousness. A new day to show the love and forgiveness that I did not show yesterday. A new day, a new gift from God.
The possibilities are endless. As this new person, on this new day, I can choose anew. I can choose to be different. Old habits are fallen away. All things are made new. Old problems can now be seen in a new light, approached from a new angle by this new person that I now choose to be.
Old relationships can be made new. Forgotten friendships can be renewed. Words never spoken can be spoken. Frowns can become smiles. Rejection can become love.
And as this new day progresses, I am either a force for good or a force for bad. I am a stillness or I am a movement. I am a scratchy noise or I am a symphony. I am a shout or I am a calming hum. I am the warmth or I am the cold wind. I am a unifier or I am a divider. I am an encouraging word, or I am the voice of destruction.
At the end of the day, do I find myself at peace?
As I watch the sunset, am I inspired by the promise of a new day?