Waking Up to Switchfoot



Couple years ago, while pulling an all-nighter finishing a paper for a college class, I found myself on the patio of the co-ops, where I was living. As dawn broke and sunlight peeked over the tall trees surrounding the patio, this Switchfoot song came on, and I had to play it on repeat for 30 minutes.

I don't know why the song seemed so poignant to me, except that it was as close to capturing what I'd been feeling as any song could be: the hopeful outlook on the new morning even while you're still reeling from the effects of a not-so-great yesterday (not-so-great can be experienced in a number of ways, including simply aching because you had no sleep, failing miserably at something, or having a catastrophic fight with a loved one...take your pick).

This hope is not happy-go-lucky, or perky and cheerful (read: perky morning people are not my cup of tea early in the morning), but it is a quiet remembrance that life continues on and God is gracious in providing any chance to breathe and live and acknowledge dependence. It is realistic and resilient, this hope.

Every morning, except the ones when I am exceptionally bright and perky (like my birthday), this song speaks to me.
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Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your rising sun so new?
I could use a fresh beginning too
All of my regrets are nothing new
So this is the way that I say I need You
This is the way that I'm


Learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall
I'm living again, awake and alive
I'm dying to breathe in these abundant skies

So this is the way I say I need You
This is the way that I say I love You
This is the way that I say I'm Yours
This is the way, this is the way

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