Perhaps each morning, the Father whispers to the sun, “Rise once more.” And with quiet obedience, the sun ascends, not out of habit, but at His word—faithful to His call.
As twilight deepens and shadows stretch long, perhaps He turns to the moon and murmurs, “Shine again.” And so the moon takes its place, its light a reflection of His glory, waiting on no routine, but on the very breath of God.
What if it’s not simply the rhythm of nature but the attentiveness of creation? What if every leaf, every tide, every star holds its breath, waiting for His voice to command their purpose again?
And perhaps, beloved, He is saying the same to you:
“Do it again.”
When your strength is spent and your spirit is weary, rise again.
When your heart is heavy and hope feels distant, take one more step toward the light.
When the weight of the world presses you low, crawl if you must—but do it again.
Do the next right thing, the thing you know to be true. Not because it’s easy, not because you feel capable, but because He has spoken, and He is worthy.
Let your soul echo creation’s song:
Here I am, Lord—ready to do it again.
Comments