I especially love the spring and summer months when I wake up before I hear the first “Good Morning!” tweet from a bird. Ah, the stillness of the morning. I light my way with the glow from my cell phone as I tip-toe out of the bedroom toward the kitchen to start my cup of coffee. My three cats follow me into the kitchen for their first meal of the day. They stretch their yoga poses while waiting for me to fill their bowls, and I think that I should be doing some stretches too. But I don’t.
My neighborhood is tightly knit with houses right next to each other. The height and girth of the trees lining the streets shows the age of the neighborhood. I love where I live, but it does not offer me a good vantage point to see the rising sun, but I can see the magnificent color display of the sky as the day begins. I grab my coffee and head into the front room which faces east. I pull open the curtain like you see in movie theaters and I sit in my favorite chair watching the show God is putting on for me. I cannot decide if the brilliant magenta is my favorite color or if I prefer the pastel pinks and blues that color the sky. Each day is a surprise and I love them all. Breathtaking, always breathtaking. The beautiful display of color is like an orchestra in the sky, the visual crescendo gradually moving before me. I break the silence of the morning because I cannot hold back my applause. God is my favorite artist. ♥
No other sunrise will be identical to the one I just witnessed. It blows my mind. The sun comes up every day, yet no two sunrises will ever look the same. God has a way of making everything he creates unique. No two snowflakes are the same. No two sunrises are the same. No two people are the same, not even identical twins.
I can only imagine the colors in the sky on the first Easter Morning when Jesus stepped out of the tomb. The women who raced to the tomb did not even recognize Him standing before them. It is probably because of the beautiful glow about him along with the glow of the new day sun.
Jesus is a new day for believers. He is the light of the world. He is my favorite Son Rise.
The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day.
Infertility erases Mother’s Day from the calendar.
No handmade cards or hand-picked dandelions from the yard.
No messy kitchen or breakfast in bed.
No mother’s ring on my finger.
Infertility opens doors to nurture.
Instinctively the young know who will care for them.
Mother’s day has special meaning.
May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.