River Reflections: Morning

“He is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning,
Like the brightness after rain that brings grass from the earth.” 2 Samuel 23:4 NIV

I sat on the lower level porch almost every morning anticipating sunrise. Watching the sunrise over the river was so serene and soothing. The only sound was the soft lapping of the water and an occasional fish jumping.

Each sunrise was beautiful and unique. As I waited, I pictured the sky as God’s blank canvas. I wish I were an artist, so I could paint even one, exquisite sunrise for you. Regretfully, I must resort to painting with my words.

It seemed like there were fluffy clouds in different shapes every morning. Sometimes the clouds were outlined with colors that trimmed their shape like delicate lace on a little girl’s dress.

The colors God chose for each sunrise were stunning; never exactly the same. Some days, He started with swirling, soft pastels. Other days, He used primary colors. However, no matter the color palette He chose, the colors continually morphed into different, complimenting combinations of color that were out of this world. (No pun intended.)

I reflected: “Watching the sun rise each morning felt like ‘the first day.’”

“And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light…
And there was morning – the first day.” Genesis 1:3-5 NIV