…I saw the sunrise! Every year when we’re at the beach I tell myself I’m going to get a picture of the sunrise. Or, at least, I’m going to see a sunrise over the ocean. I never do. One year I even set my alarm for dawn (didn’t know that was a setting, did you??). 5:30 a.m. I was up and ready. I sat on the balcony for about a half hour until I realized there would be no lovely sunrise that morning. It was cloudy and overcast.
Since our air conditioning is on the fritz until Monday (am I whining too much about that?), we have the balcony door and curtains open at night. It was a little freaky the first night to sleep exposed like that, but I figure, hey, if those seagulls want to peek in, have at it. But because the drapes are open, the sun comes in. And this morning, it came in loudly enough to wake me so I could catch the sunrise. It was lovely. I took a couple pictures, then went back to bed.
I have to admit, though, even though it was beautiful, I still like sunsets better. Maybe because I can enjoy the whole thing without falling asleep. Or maybe it’s because it’s like aging. People (and animals, plants, buildings…) have a story to tell at the end of the day. The sunrise gives a promise of a new day, but the sunset is a reminder that no matter what, you’ll make it through – and you’ll have a beautiful story to tell when it’s done.
Since it’s Sunday, I’ll include a quote from my absolute favorite psalm – Ps. 139, verses 7-10.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
Especially during these days of unrest, insecurity and economic woes, it gives me comfort to know that God is there – no matter where I am or what I’m going through – to hold me up and guide me to the other side.
Have a wonderful day! Thanks for stopping by.