I think the last time I saw the sunrise was probably two and a half year ago over the Indian Ocean. This morning I watched the same sun emerge over a bleak horizon and breathe colour over little Durham. Frazer, Heidi, Tarbs, Tammy, Sarah Elizabeth Brown and the Salzwedels were nowhere to be seen, instead I was left to reminisce about rusks and Gonubie with two guys I’ve been totally blessed with having around this last year, Rob & Tom.

‘Something about the sunrise, reminds me of your faithfulness’

We were filming the sunrise for an evangelism training video looking at the Resurrection, and then spent a few minutes doing off-focus shots of our feet for ‘disciples-running-to-the-empty-tomb’. It was a special morning: watching the morning break in is always a special experience.

I don’t think about South Africa a lot, I suppose that’s the nature of memory – you’re only taken back when a moment/sound/smell/taste/joke suddenly makes you recall what once was. I love remembering SA, but how I wish I didn’t need sunrises and memory-joggers to point me to God’s faithfulness.

My soul continually remembers it
and is bowed down within me.
But this I call to mind,
and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
Lamentations 3.20-24