Almost every morning I take a picture of the sunrise. When compared side-by-side, the pictures may seem similar–but they are not. Each sunrise is different than the day before. Some mornings show remnants of storm systems passing from the night before, some mornings there is low-lying fog across the soybean fields.
As I drive to work I see each flower turning its bloom toward the sun, soaking in the warmth, the energy to create the food it needs to grow and thrive. Each evening the sky explodes with color as the sun descends. It’s almost like a Heavenly kiss goodnight for us.
But do we see it? Or do we groan when the sun rises because we would rather roll over than greet the day?
What if the morning beginning was an invitation from God to include Him in your day? What if the stormy skies were a reminder to seek shelter under the wings of God (Psalm 91), but instead, we groan because of the inconvenience of the wet we experience as we try to rush to our next activity?
What if the flowers we pass on the roadside were a reminder from God that simplicity and beauty are everywhere? But all we see are weeds as we speed by in our cars.
What if the sunset is that sweet reminder that God has brought you through another day, but all you think of is that you still have hours of work to do and you curse the sun on the horizon as you move your sun visor to block it on the way to one more appointment?
What if we saw each day as God intended? A welcome, an invitation, a reminder to seek our daily sustenance from Him as we go through each day.
To seek shelter and slow down to rest.
To thank Him for all He has done to bring us through the day.
What if we stopped, closed our eyes and asked God to show us the world through new eyes– from His perspective– how would that change you? How would that change me?