In the Quiet
This morning, I arose early; Before the sunrise. The dawn was teasing with a glimmering sliver of silver just behind the mountains.
I thought of going back to bed, but God was silently tugging at me to watch His handiwork.
The steaming cup of coffee warmed my hands as I settled into the recliner. In the silence, He greeted me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been still.
Yet I know, He is always found in the quiet.
Thoughts drifted in and out of consciousness.
The silhouette of trees close-by highlighted their branches and twigs reaching up and out like worshiping hands.
Even in the trees He whispers how our lives should be led. Each branch of our lives – whether work or play or family or friends – should reach out and up toward Him in praise.
The sky turned magically from midnight blue, to navy, to medium blue, and then the pale blue of daylight.
He is the inventor of hombre.
The Light chased the darkness away gradually growing brighter and brighter as time passed whispering His revelation of Himself through the passing of time.
All the details of the land were dark and featureless making the light, and the colors surrounding it, the center of attention.
A shadow of truth reveals itself in this remarkable occurrence that happens when most people slumber: when we focus on the Light we cannot see the details of the cluttered landscape of our lives.
Then, there were the brilliant oranges and reds that preluded the glory that was coming before the sun peaked its head above the land.
Is this too a shadow?
Is it a shadow of the whispers He gives before His Son reveals Himself again?
Truly nature reveals His glory so that no one is without excuse.