It was my turn to drive first today so at 5:00am Shannon's alarm clock went off and he started nudging me to get up and get going. He wanted me to have the truck moving by 5:25am, but with the temperature in the teens and our little heater in the truck not working well, it just didn't happen as quickly as that, but I did pull "Clifford, our Big Red Truck," out of the truck stop at 5:35am, which I thought was pretty good. We were in New Mexico on our way to the cold and snowy northeastern states of New York, Vermont, and Massachusetts. I'm very excited because I've never been to Vermont or Massachusetts so this will truly be a first for me.
As I drove east on I-40 the sunrise began to take form and eventually exploded on the scene. The word that kept coming to mind was "glorious." I thought of all the mornings in the past that I have missed the sunrise but it didn't matter if I was there or not, they still happened. I'm sure that many of them could have been described with that same word, "glorious."
As I stared at the magnificent display of beauty dawning before me, it occurred to me that God is like the sunrise. Every morning God, clothed in His glory and splendor, wants nothing more than to begin the day with me, but I don't show up. I miss out on an encounter with the One who made the sunrise because I slept in. God is faithful and is waiting to be with me each day, just as faithful as the sun is to rise.
If you haven't experienced a sunrise lately or met with God in those hours of the dawning of a new day, I encourage you to do so. It had been years since I'd witnessed the "glorious" sunrise and experienced a special quiet time with my "glorious" God at the same time. I've been missing out on something very special.
So true! I find with each new baby, I am more and more appriciative for those late night and early morning feedings. With Justice (and East facing bedroom windos!) I got to see the sunrise almost every day for the first 3 months of his life. It really was glorious.
ReplyDeleteI have come to appriciate those quite times, that I wouldn't necessarily choose to be awake, but now take advantage of as a quite time to get my bible out (which I keep near my nursing pillow), pray and enjoy the quiet. I have learned that while I live an extremely blessed life, those quiet times can be few and far between during my regular, chaotic day.
Thanks for sharing!