The first light is warm, with a golden glow. I sit in my chair waiting with coffee cup in hand for my awakening. There is this one bird, at least I like to think it is the same bird every morning, who welcomes the sun. A sweet song that fills the air. Welcome, welcome,welcome.
The room begins to brighten and I step to the window to see the show. There is light, but no blazing ball lifting it’s head over the horizon just yet. Only light. Warm. Inviting.
I open my Word read….”The heavens proclaim the glory of God..they speak without a sound or word;” {Psalm 19: 1,3}.
He speaks His glory and uses words sometimes. He is the Word made flesh. But each and every day His glory shines forth for all to see – and no words are needed.
Then, just as I’m finishing up my prayer for the day, the intensity of the light grows until it is brilliant. I look and see the rays lining up like a carpet of light on my hallway floor – beckoning me to come and see.
And there, just above the roof tops across the street is the rising. Full, brilliant. Beautiful. Warm. Speaking without saying a word.
All radiant.
All rejoicing.
Nothing hidden.
And the little bird, he is quiet now. No doubt, his heralding is over for this day. He is brought low, and so am I, in thoughtful adoration of the One who paints the sky with light divine, each and every day.
