My eyes blink open.

My head turns to face the window.

Streaks of orange and pink cut through the indigo of night.

But it’s not a new day.

I died while living, only to be born again in Truth.

Breath by breath, beat by beat.

I no longer make revolutions around the Sun, I make them around my heart.

All of this time, I thought it was the sunlight that woke me up.

It turns out, it was God’s light the whole time.

But it’s not a new day.

It’s a new life.