Sunrise.....

"With each sunrise, we start anew"

This morning I arose before dawn as usual and made my way to the kitchen to put the kettle on. A hot mug of tea was needed to ward off the morning chill. As I passed the dining nook window a sliver of deep purple caught my eye. I stood watching as it morphed into a royal blue. Right on its heels were a riot of hot pinks, lemony yellow, and fiery oranges, all the hues that accompany a spectacular sunrise. Handy Hubby joined me and asked what I was looking at. I replied, "God painting the sky."
Standing there watching God paint the morning into existence, infused in me the energy I needed for this day. I awoke terribly tired this morning, the busy weekend caught up with me. It is the good kind of tired when the activities were filled with joy and blessing but tired is tired none the less. I kept watch as the tints lightened in some places and deepened in others. I stepped out on the deck, camera in hand, to try and capture a bit of the beauty. A few fuzzy shots were all I got, it was still too dark even with a flash to capture much. I listened to the wake up call of a neighbors rooster, inviting one and all to join him in celebrating the waking day. A nearby rustle revealed the retreat of a nocturnal creature and the awakening of the birds. Little songs of praise were heard in the twitter of bird song. Returning inside and positioning a chair eastward I sat with mug in hand soaking up the colors like a thirsty sponge knowing they would recede into a grayish blue backdrop that is so typical this time of year.I rested in knowing that an equally spectacular gallery showing would take place in the western sky come evening. In the meantime, I will carry the morning colors in my minds eye as I go about my daily task and they will brighten my countenance at their remembrance. I hope that each of you has some sort of a bright spot in your day that will lift your countenance, fill you with awe, bathe you in beauty, and uplift your heart with praise.

I'll be back tomorrow continuing on with The Spirit of Giving celebration here at the Quill.

Many Blessings,
Miss Sandy