The sun was just peeking over the bluffs this morning as I drove home from taking my daughter to play practice. Though I am more of a night owl, there is something exquisite about this time of day.
The morning is presented to us as a blank canvas; fresh, new, without mistakes...and awaiting the magnificence of color we add throughout our day. It really is a gift and a constant reminder that God hasn't given up on our ability to make something of it.
I passed by the ordinary landmarks I see every day: windmills, ponds, and pastures dotted with Black Angus, and it is as if I'm seeing it all for the first time.
I think of the world rushing by and am thankful that today I can be home to watch over my son. He is fighting off pneumonia and though he is 14 and feeling much better now, I am more comfortable being here to see that he rests and make him soup and hot tea.
Tomorrow the dawn will pass as I ready myself for the day ahead, and when we pull out of the driveway, the sun will be well on its way. So for now I will savor the moment; this peaceful and beautiful entrance.....and be thankful for another shot at it all.