The Sun slips into that other hemisphere gently pulling all Color with her like a bride’ s elegant train. In the night sky there is only absence of Color. There is an other worldly tug on my heart this Sabbath evening. I am weary here. I am tired here. I am weak here. I strain against the call of sleep as if it isn’t the answer, which it isn’t. As I turn my eye toward the dark night where there seems only absence of color I whisper a breath of thanks. Not thanks for being weary, tired, and weak but thanks for this truth. The Holy mercies God has given me for “this day” will be totally new and mighty and more than enough tomorrow. Great is his faithfulness.