...............As I sat at my desk waiting for the coffee to be ready it was still almost dark outside. But when I looked out the window towards the eastern sky ...............
..............this is what I saw. A new morning was breaking and what a scene it was! I grabbed my little camera and headed out the front door (in my gown) and snapped a few pictures. I am amazed that they turned out this good because I was standing in darkness, dark enough to not worry about being out there in my night clothes!
(The small round light is a street light.)
The birds were singing and I thought of the old song of Cat Stevens - Morning has broken, like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise for the morning, praise for the springing fresh from the word.
I thought of the two friends whose funerals I will attend, one on Friday and the other on Saturday. One an elderly man the other only twenty seven. They have experienced their last morning on earth and I am sad about that. But they were both great Christian men and it is a joyful thing to know they are still in the arms of their Creator and in a wonderful place those of us still on earth cannot comprehend. They are safe with the One who gave us the first morning and this morning!
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning. Born of the one light Eden saw play. Praise with elation, praise every morning. God's recreation of the new day!!!