For me a sunrise can be likened to the arrival of God’s presence upon my day. He arrives softly—at first peering. Then, with a sudden blink, He bursts on the scene. Sometimes gloriously loud, sometimes whispering soft as the morning shown above—misty … soothing … calm. I, sleepy-eyed, am roused suddenly awake. He nudges me to rise, for it is a new dawn.

When I stepped into this particular morning there was simmering excitement as I witnessed something I’d never seen, and may never again. The fog, clouds, and sun combined with early hints of spring to render a surreal palate of soft color and pattern. And clouds melting?  I’ve witnessed a multitude of sunrises, but this—this was a touch of the heavenly. God’s hand painted for me another unexpected surprise. (See “Do It Again!”)

I become enveloped and embraced in soft warmth. Then I hear the whisper—no—the still … small … Voice.

My First Voice of each new day.
Good morning. I’m here. Take my hand?

He is … here.  But, am I … here?

To hear … Him?

“… Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.”
1 Kings 19:11,12

And he said, “He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”
Mark 4:9

“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.”
John 10:27

“… but only one thing is necessary.” Luke 10:42a

Peace,
Alexandria