Lana Vaughan

The Queen of Questions

Darkest Before The Dawn…

There is something about the quiet darkness just before sunrise that feels holy. The lure of sleep tugs at you reminding you the sun hasn’t even gotten up yet. The birds are tucked in their nests and the only creatures stirring are heading to their homes to bed down for the day.

Few rise early by choice. An early start time at work or getting kids ready for school, a crying baby or the dog insisting it’s time to go out, duties and responsibilities to others but seldom for our own benefit by choice.

Rising early may mean slipping into running or walking shoes and heading out the door into the quiet streets. It may mean the only time when the bathroom is free for a shower lasting more than 5 minutes. It may hold the promise of a stolen moment of self care or the illusion that for just today you are ahead of schedule.

But what happens when the hours before dawn are not the beginning of your day but the end? When it’s not looking forward to a fresh rush of activity and productivity and opportunity but simply the quiet realization that you got through the night? When the hope of relief from unrelenting darkness, that has only been broken by the artificial light of neon and fluorescent and LED, sits drained and strains for the faintest change from black to dark gray in the eastern sky?

What keeps you up at night?

What gets you up in the morning?

Any of you who read my earliest posts knows I have a deep affinity for old songs. As I was writing this one came to mind… It was written 6 years before I was born and I think I have known the words my whole life. For those hours before dawn…


How long has it been since you talked with the Lord
And told him your heart’s hidden secrets?
How long since you prayed? How long since you stayed
On your knees till the light shone through?
How long has it been since your mind felt at ease?
How long since your heart knew no burden?
Can you call him your friend how long has it been since you knew that he cared for you?
How long has it been since you knelt by your bed and prayed to the Lord up in heaven?
How long since you knew that he’d answer you
And would keep you the long night through?
How long has it been since you woke with the dawn and felt that the day’s worth the living?
Can you call him your friend how long has it been since you knew that he cared for you?


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