It was a morning of waking up late, sleeping through the alarm, dropping my phone in a body of water (still works!) and not being able to find the right shoes to wear. Pants were changed twice before deciding on plain black, and shoes were changed three times to find the right heel for the pants. Mornings can be complicated.
It's hard to get out of bed and leave the man of my dreams and the snuggle of my littlest girl. It's hard to walk past my growing too fast son in his bunk bed and my puppy snuggled on his bed in the kitchen. It's hard to step out the front door into the frigid air, looking at my car iced over through icy breath. But I do it, because this is where God has me and where my family has me and if I really answered you honestly I want to be out there.
I turned the bend out of the canyon onto the highway running parallel to the ocean, and this work of art jumped out at me. The magnificent, glorious sun coming up over the horizon peeking out behind several layers of clouds, making it possible to stare directly at its orange glow. I knew I only had seconds before it would venture up into the sky, so bright nobody could look at its majesty. So I locked eyes on it, mesmerized by its beauty, and committed to start my day all over again.
The sun shall be no more your light by day,
nor for brightness shall the moon give you light;
but the LORD will be your everlasting light,
and your God will be your glory.
This has been part of EO's Just Write.