A Morning Sunrise

This is not my picture. There are no pictures this morning except for the ones that are printed on my heart but I felt a need to share.

I couldn't sleep and so I got up early to watch the sunrise.  On this November morning it was still warm enough for me to stand outside in my robe on the deck.  I had forgotten how much patience it takes to watch the sun come up but as I leaned against the railing I was surrounded by the quiet of the morning and the beauty of the sky.

The lake, looked bright pink in the early morning twilight as it reflected the same colors painted across the clouds dotted above.  Off in the distance was the sound of rushing cars on the mountain highway making their way down from the hillsides above to the cities below.  A single bird began calling and another picked up the notes as they conversed back and forth.  Soon there were many birds chirping and singing.

Slowly the surface of the water changed from pink to gold as the sky began to light up. The mountains changed from black to blue against the horizon and all around the dark outlines of trees and houses began to take on color and texture until finally they could be clearly seen.  A soft breeze began to blow through the trees and the sounds of leaves drifting from the branches sounded like raindrops as they fell. 

Still I waited and watched as a golden chain of lights began to sparkle behind the mountaintops.  It looked like a golden city off in the distance.  For a moment it felt like I was looking at heaven as tears filled my eyes.  It was so beautiful.
  
As the early dawn turned into day I felt again that sense of gratitude that we have a mighty God watching over us. There will always be joy and suffering.  It's our human condition but He is there and always will be.  Blessing, honor, glory and power be unto God and to The Lamb forever.  

Eucharisteo.