Dawn Hides in the Valley

This morning, the sun didn’t rise like a banner across the ridges. It crept up from the valley instead—hidden behind thick fog that swallowed nearly everything. Out here in the Sapphires, December should be solid winter, but instead we’re tangled between heavy snow and a warm, wet wave. A curtain of cloud sits low over the land. I can’t see very far at all.

And maybe that’s the point.

When the world goes quiet and the horizon disappears, all that’s left to look at is the One who still sees past it.

Before the fog and the sunrise-that-wasn’t, I dreamed of Bob again. He was landscaping right off of stage right, just out of reach, tending things like he was still part of my life—just in another dimension. He wasn’t spying or snooping. More like watching with that humble loyalty he carried when he was here. A witness. Not gone, just relocated.

I was so glad to see him, and all I could say was, “Hold on, I just gotta pee.”

Even in the spirit realm, some things don’t wait. I woke up, bolted downstairs, and hit the bucket like it was an emergency exit. Reunion interrupted by bladder. YHVH has a sense of humor.

After that chaotic sprint, I climbed back upstairs and crumpled. No running from the heaviness, no forced chores or weight training or droning sounds of YouTube, no “I’m fine.” Just me and my ABBA and my breath.

The distance between me and the ones I love is almost unbearable. Some days it rips through me like a storm. Other days I numb out and drift. But this morning, in the fog and the quiet, it wasn’t about my pain or my growth. It wasn’t about how strong I am, how much I can get done, or how well I endure.

It was about Him.

About the One who sees through the fog when I can’t.

The One who holds my beloveds even when I can’t hold them myself.

The One who wastes no time, not even the stolen kind.

I don’t know how or when reunification will come. Whether it will be in flesh, in spirit, or in a realm without courts, walls, distance, or waiting rooms. But I know this:

There will be a day when every broken separation is answered.

There will be a rising that no fog can hide.

There will be a reunion no power on earth can prevent and a Justice that has had no memory of wrong.

Even if that day is fully in the Spirit, it is enough for me. Because it will be on His terms, under His timing, in His light.

What YAH joins, no system and no season can sever—not forever.

The delayed sunrise still counts.

The fog is not a barrier.

The valley is not a loss.

And every hidden dawn still belongs to Creator.

Even the darkness is Light to Him.