Driving down Highway 41 on an early Saturday morning watching the colors change in the sky. One of the most peaceful feelings for me.
As I drive to work every Saturday morning part of my routine is watching the day start.
When I wake up the sky is dark and pale black.
No life, no vibrance or joy.
But the second the sun peaks out from the horizon line that changes.
A sense of calm and peace comes over the city as it comes alive.
A moment only a slim few actually get to see. Seeing the display of colors is something that I could never get tired of. They’re never the same and that’s what I love about it.
It makes my morning instantly better. Listening to my soft music in the car as I see the sky awake later than I did.
Accomplished.
A word that comes to mind about how I feel on the weekend mornings.
That I was chosen to be awake at the same time as one of the most beautiful moments of the day.
A parallel to this feeling is what comes at the close of the day.
The sky turns more luminous and vibrant instead of soft and sweet.
This is the last drops of sunlight we will soak up until the next day starts again. The feelings inside of me change. It’s less of a new beginning and more of a powerful close.
There are times where I will stand outside watching the sky change in awe.
Driving home from a long day at the beach, the sun slowly moved toward the horizon line. The golden rays hitting the newly tanned skin.
One of the most refreshing feelings ever. It’s warm and comfortable.
Another one of my favorite parts about the sun is the ambience it brings. As well as the joy.
It just gives a sense of being alive. The sky is one of the most beautiful things in this world and I feel like sometimes we underappreciate it.
They create the perfect open and close to each day.
It’s almost like a sign from the Lord that the world is prepared to take on whatever is next.
Sunrises and sunsets are my favorite parts of the day.
From the glorious display of colors to the simple sense of passion it shows in the sky.
Something I love about them is the variety.
Sometimes the sky is on fire, filled with bright oranges and reds. Almost like a wildfire in the clouds.
While other times it’s soft and fluffy, like cotton candy. Filled with hues of blue and pink. Maybe a light rim of purple.
The sun creates blazes of yellow straight through the clouds. Almost as if someone took a burning hot knife straight through the sky, leaving a golden strip.
A sunrise and sunset is a symbol of how God has my back. It’s like a signal that He’s there for me. Showing me what He can do with just a few colors in the sky.
How cool is it that the same God who created the one of a kind light show in the sky also thought the world needed one of us too?
