New Days

I love a new day in Costa Rica (where, incidentally, I am presently.)

When I am here I stay at a little B&B in San Jose, the capital city, in a home built in 1938 by a very prominent family in town.

I awake every morning to the sounds of a commuter train sounding his horn less than 30 yards from my bedroom window. It is very loud at 6:10am, and every thirty minutes afterward for 3 hours, as women and men traverse east and west through the city to work and school.

But mornings here are wonderful even with the forced wake-up.

Why? You roll out of bed, open the curtains and sunshine invades your life. Then, you get somewhat ready and go downstairs to the small courtyard where Reynaldo, or one of the other helpers owner Kurt employs, brings you a personal pot of coffee, basket of bread, pineapple and strawberry preserves, freshly squeezed papaya juice, and all the pineapple, melon, mango and papaya you can enjoy.

The temperature is perfect, the flora lush, the simplicity beautiful and the message from God’s creation is clear – this is a new day.

In my new place of experiencing life I want to discern the spiritual reality that says to me, every day, “His mercies are new each morning.”  I want to know that when the sun comes up, I get up – literally and figuratively.

I live the reality of the new day…

- God is awake and attentive

- His love and compassion is never tired

- My regret and past is swallowed up in His forgetfulness

- My treasured memories are captured in worship-filled gratitude

- Fear of any potential failure is overwhelmed with the confidence of being loved, no matter what

- When it rains I am not the only one soaked, it’s just rain

- The sun does come out tomorrow…or soon.

Today is a new day!  I am now going to mentor others in this new day way.

~ by phil underwood on 7 October, 2008.