Hooray! Its the weekend….

I set off to Herald Island today, hoping to catch the first light of dawn to prepare my heart as Lent draws near. There’s something deeply captivating about watching the sky transition from darkness to light – perhaps it is the quiet promise of a new beginning, a gentle reminder that no matter what yesterday held, today is a fresh start.

As I wandered along the island path, time seemed to slip away unnoticed, its passage gentle and unhurried. In those quiet moments just before the world stirred to life, I couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of a new day slowly emerging from the stillness of night. It was as if the darkness, with all its mystery and uncertainty, gradually gave way to the warmth and clarity of the sun’s first light. Absorbed in the serenity of the island and the moment, I didn’t realise how much time had passed. By the time I found the perfect spot to greet the sunrise, it had already risen, its amber rays stretching across the horizon, painting the sky with warmth and promise. The chase had ended before it even began .

But maybe chasing the sunrise isn’t really about catching the first ray of light. Maybe its the journey, the quiet steps taken in the early morning hush, the sacred stillness before the world awakens. Maybe its about learning to embrace the in between, where anticipation meets acceptance, and where we find beauty not just the destination but in the act of seeking itself.

Life often feels like a chase- after dreams, after clarity, after something just beyond our reach. We set out with expectations believing we fill fulfillment only when we arrive at a certain place at a certain time. But sunrise do not wait to be caught, they unfold on their own time whether we stand ready or arrive a little late.

And yet even when we miss the first light, the sunshine still greet us, the day still begins. The warmth still touches our skin, and in that quiet golden moment, I am reminded that God’s promise is written in the sky. Every morning, with each sunrise, he offers new mercies, unfailing love and the assurance that we are never alone

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentation 3: 22-23

So maybe the chase is not about reaching something first or perfectly. Maybe it is about learning to walk in faith, trusting that even when we do not see the whole picture, God is already preparing the way.

This morning, I set out to chase the sunrise, not just for its beauty but because, for me, it symbolizes Lent—a season of renewal, reflection, and a deeper commitment to follow God. Just as the sun rises each day without fail, so does His mercy, His grace, and His unwavering presence. In this time of Lent, I am reminded that faith is not about rushing to a destination but about walking daily with Him, even in moments of waiting and uncertainty.

And every sunrise is more than just a spectacle of light—it is an opportunity. A new beginning. A quiet invitation to rise again, even when I’ve lost my way. No matter how many times I stumble or lose track, God’s grace meets me in the morning, whispering that it is never too late to return, to realign, and to keep walking with Him.

I may not have caught the first light, but I found something greater—a renewed assurance that God’s love is steadfast, His promises are sure, and His faithfulness lights the way.

So I will keep moving forward—not because I have all the answers, but because I trust the One who leads me. And just like the sunrise, His presence will meet me, again and again, with new mercies each morning .

So I will keep chasing the sunrise, not just the light but the grace it brings…….