There’s something about watching the sunrise in the stillness, knowing so many are still asleep missing such magnificence. Those early morning colors, the sun’s gift to the sky for giving it a place to be alive.
Daily, it rises without fail and continues to be consistently beautiful, each time more than before, not caring if anyone even glances at it. On every twenty-four-hour pass, our sun selflessly lends beauty to a pot-holed rock at night, never requiring anything in return. What wonder in watching its light make every shadow fall behind my seat in the theater. So glad I got my ticket for this one.
“In the morning, LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” Psalm 5:3 niv