A Love Letter

I love a good sunrise!

There's just nothing else like it.  (Unless, of course, it's a good sunset!)

This morning I made my coffee and pulled back the curtains on a dark, gloomy vista.  The sky, heavy with clouds, promising rain.  As I opened the door for Bella and Gracie to stampede, the steamy tropical air seemed to close in.

This is central FL and it is August. 

At first it seemed rather pointless to sit in my favorite chair on the patio.  No sunrise to entertain me this morning!

But as my needy eyes continued to scour the horizon, suddenly I caught sight of it.  One tiny little sliver of pale pink accented on either side by the blackness.  The billowy clouds of night actually served to highlight the tiny thread of color.

So I took my customary seat for The Show.

Patience has its reward.  As I sipped coffee; patted Gracie; swatted mosquitoes and watched hopefully, the most beautiful colors finally began to appear.

And I was amazed by the grandness of God - all over again.

Nothing I would watch on morning TV could possibly refresh my heart the way a sunrise does.  Nothing I would listen to on Pandora could renew my outlook for the day as do the colors of a morning sky.

Perhaps I'm easily entertained.  But as those pinks, purples and oranges begin their dance I am reminded of larger purposes for life.

I'm reminded of new beginnings.  I'm reminded that God is in control - not me.  I'm reminded of His grandness and great love.  I'm reminded that each day brings its own measure of mercy.

I'm reminded that the darkest hour truly is just before the dawn.  I'm reminded that if we watch for  Him, He will be found.  I'm reminded that God has resources I know nothing of.  I'm reminded that His thoughts and ways and purposes are higher than mine.

I'm reminded that while I am but dust, the God of the heavens uses that very canvas to send me a message of His love every day!

And I patiently watch the unfolding.  With a hungry heart, I read His love letter.  My own words inadequate to respond to such magnificence.

I'm left to simply bow my head before His grandeur and whisper, "I love you, too my Father!  I love you, too!"