The Early Morning Dew began as a quiet endeavor—a personal journal of my daily encounters with the Lord. Yet, as I wandered through the garden of devotion each day, I found a desire blossoming within me to share these sacred moments with family and friends. The concept of “early morning dew” captivated my spirit, evoking the mystery of its delicate appearance on the leaves at dawn. It became a metaphor for God’s wondrous ways, much like the manna that descended from heaven to nourish His people in the wilderness, or the Holy Spirit’s gentle whispers that sustain us with the daily bread of His Word.
In the prelude to sunrise, when the world is wrapped in stillness and night surrenders to day, I’ve found that God’s presence is most profoundly felt. The air is hushed, distractions are distant, and my soul awakens with the dawn. It is in these precious hours that I am most alive—my senses sharpened, my spirit receptive, awaiting the gentle kiss of heaven.
Like the dew, His presence arrives quietly, tenderly descending upon my heart. It refreshes, revitalizes, and bestows upon me a supernatural grace—a wisdom and strength that seem to come from nowhere, yet carry the unmistakable touch of the divine. It is a mystery unfolding in every moment, a dance of grace that only the early morning can reveal.