I’m up way before the sun each day-pecking away on the computer keyboard, puttering around in the kitchen, doing a few indoor chores, getting dressed.
But I always stop to watch the sunrise.
Because no matter how many times I observe the red and gold streaks make their way up over the black silhouette of trees and chase the night away, it never gets old.
Every single sunrise is a reminder that darkness has limits.
Every morning God whispers, “See, I’m still in charge.”
Every ray of light promises hope to my heart.