Sunrise is one of my favorite times. Especially now that we’ve living on our small farm, I’m often outside just as the first rays of sun appear on the horizon. It never fails to amaze me. I love the way the early morning sun sparkles on the dew or on the frost. I love the way sunrise looks different as the seasons change, from bright spring and summer days to the changing leaves of fall and the frost of winter. Sometimes the morning light catches a spider’s web and makes it sparkle. Other times it’s hidden by dark clouds as an early morning storm rolls in. Other times the sunrise is subtle, hidden by clouds, but the gradual end of night still comes.
Each sunrise feels like a fresh start. It reminds of the scripture that tells us God’s mercies are new every morning. Each one is unique, a reminder that God has new things for me today. No matter how much chaos rolls around us, the sun is still going to come up with fresh grace for another day.