Kathleen reminded me of that this weekend... and I was glad of it. Sometimes, I forget the brilliance of a sunrise... here, where we mostly bask in the sunset. And so I set to seeking... and finding. Because the sun rises here too, and there is no reason not to enjoy God's work on both sides of the day.
Returning from dropping Laura at the barn, and just wanting to get home, I noticed the most brilliant swatch of fushia hovering just beyond the trees, and the deep lavender clouds splashed across the sky... and in just a breath, the hurry in me stilled, and my soul was focused on the beauty.
Good morning, sunshine. Good morning, Jesus.
I couldn't resist pulling into an empty parking lot... to simply sit and watch the story. Pink and purple hues fading, oranges turing to soft yellows, golden orb shedding rays of glory over all the earth...
His light on my face. His light... on my life.
At the beginning... and the end.
The Lord make His face shine on you and be gracious to you. Numbers 6:25
This morning, the sun danced in the sky behind me... peeked through the trees at me, and laughed in the mirror. And I had to capture the gift in the moment.
The Son and the sunlight... two gifts I could not live without.