Thursday, September 4, 2008

Morning Moments with God

Bleary-eyed, I stumble to the great room to free the dog from his kennel. Our morning routine has begun - he takes time to become reacquainted with the backyard, and I take a few moments with God.

As we open the french doors, I am amazed at the beauty of the sunrise. Shoo-ing the dog out onto the deck, I return into the house for my camera. "YES! A sunrise picture!" I thought.... "hmm... could have used that in my blog yesterday.... oh well....I'm sure there will be another opportunity."

The dog romps and plays and sniffs at the grass. The hummingbirds flock to the feeder. I sit on the steps that lead from the deck to the backyard, leaning up against the railing. I'm still not quite willing to awaken.

It's a cool morning, the sun is making it's way up around a layer of clouds. There is hope for a beautiful day today and the refreshing promise of autumn in the air.

The chattering of the hummingbirds remind me to be joyful. I smile. I appreciate all the reminders I can get to remove myself from the business that can overwhelm my life and leave me feeling frantic.

What to write about today, I wonder... Thus far, I have known. The titles have leapt forward from their listing and the stories have come to life. Today, I'm not sure. I open my eyes and look at the fading colors of the sunrise, consciously pausing to take it in before it's gone.

I don't know at what point in my life, I was taught to hold these moments of unexpected beauty close to my heart - to stop time for a moment and honor their presence, and Him who brings them before me. I am reminded of the fern print that hangs in my great room. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away", it says. "Amen", I say.

I hear the hawk calling from behind me. Again and again, he cries. I stand to make my way back toward the house, hoping to be inspired in some small way. I raise my eyes to search for the hawk, as his cries are incessant.

Standing there, I gasp. The hawk is silent. There is nothing now but me and God and the view before me. A rainbow! (a double no less!). Thank you, thank you, thank you, God... for another moment by which my life is to be measured.

1 comment:

kristin said...

Can I just say this again? You are wonderful.

I feel blessed to be reading this, honestly.

I feel like your blog is a part of *my morning prayer.