Yesterday I woke to the most magical morning light; golden fingers dancing across autumn leaves lit the day with fire. I don’t like peeling out of bed in the morning—the covers are so warm and the world so cold—but I would wake with the dawn any day to catch the world clothed in amber.
Today the morning sky blushed in pink—deeper and richer shades melted into each other until the sky reached a grand finale of gold.
I suppose I didn’t notice the morning sky before we moved here—the trees blocked my view or perhaps the house faced the wrong direction. But here, in this house we’ve worked so hard on for these last two years, I feel like I’m dancing in a painting as the sun comes glistening across the field and, for a moment, every leaf and blade of grass drips in glitter.
I have thought many times over the last few weeks, that perhaps God knows me quite well and hand-picked this small corner of the earth for me. I feel as if this picture I’m dancing in were painted by him, etched out by his finger and left as a package waiting to be opened with each new day.
I grew up in the wide open prairies and often I have missed the grassy fields and endless spaces. Here, an open field sits directly across from us and I always think as I watch the light dancing through the tall grass that it looks very much like the home my heart knows. A row of maples stands at the back of the field and before their leaves gave way, they stood together in red and orange and gold. Now the leaves are gone but evergreens stand behind the bare maples and oaks and make the view out my window look always a little green—green—such an important thing to my soul.
So I see God in this place—in the grassy field, and colorful maples…in the evergreens and the fog rising from the wetlands like feathery magic lacing through the trees.
It’s not so bad waking up and facing a new day, a new challenge, or even the same monotony if you can at least start that day with the fresh, brand new morning light.
God is light and I see his fingers painting light all around me, ever reminding me that he is there—he is here—with me always.
You described your surrounding in the most beautiful and peaceful way! You took us to where you are and your photo is gorgeous. So glad to hear your mood is better and you can see the hand of God at work. All good things come from Him On High.
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Thank you…and you’re right, all good things are from our God.
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I really enjoy every one of your outside air blogs, you are such an amazing writer and a beautiful inspiration. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
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Thank you so much for reading and for the sweet words of encouragement :]
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Absolutely beautifully expressed….I felt like I was there with you! I do believe that God did give you that little space on His earth to enjoy, He’s just that awesome and mighty. 🙂
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Yes he is :]
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