The Sun Comes Up

I love the saying; The sun will come up in the morning. It really speaks to me. There have been times when the darkness felt permanent, wreckage from accidents, storms I couldn’t control, and relationships that seemed to have no answer. In those moments, fear settled in like heavy fog and whispered there was no way out.

Yet, again and again, something came to refill the emptiness or pain left behind. A stranger’s kindness. An unexpected call. A fix that appeared hours later. A calm morning after a restless night. Sometimes the rescue took days or months, but it always came. Small mercies became a foundation I could stand on.

The image that stays with me is dawn after a storm. The wind may howl, and the rain may pound, but night never refuses to end. The sun shows up, steady and sure. That promise reminds me that circumstances are never final. They’re chapters, not the whole story.

Resilience isn’t living without fear. It’s choosing to take one more step when the fog won’t lift. It’s gathering the ordinary things that heal, a word of grace, a meal, a laugh that slips back in, and letting them accumulate. Each one weakens the grip of the dark.

When I feel trapped, I remember the mornings I once doubted I’d see. Something always came to ease the hurt. That memory steadies me now. The sun will come up in the morning, and with it, the quiet work of repair. In that light, I find reason to keep going.

Watch for the blind spots.

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