These were the views out my back door this morning. I've been so busy with the business of getting on with my life as it has become, that I've neglected the long stretches of silent stillness that sustained me in my earlier days here. And even though I know that there has not been a day of living on my little mountain where the gift of such mornings has gone unnoticed, I know that 2010 was the a year of action more than of meditation. But now this is 2011. A new chapter of life is beginning. And I want to ponder my LORD's gifts from His creation and from His Word more intently again.
I've always believed that every event in nature speaks of God's character, tells of His grace, and sings of His glory. This morning His train literally filled the temple of my soul. The rising sun caused the remnants of past storm clouds to be colored by the reds, and purples, and golds of its dawning. And as the day began in earnest, the clouds became less and less the focus of the horizon. All nature basked in the glory of the sun itself. It's my prayer that my own life's focus will remain fixed upon Him from whom all blessings flow.