I had the privilege of spending the weekend on a West Texas ranch with a group of men desiring nothing more than spending time with Jesus. And what an incredible weekend it was. One of the most moving experiences from the weekend was watching the sun come up. There is something so beautiful and sacred about a sunrise.
The anticipation of what’s about to happen, as the sky fills with light and the clouds turn bright orange right before the sun actually breaks the horizon. Even nature is excited; the birds are singing, the insects are chirping, even the flowers seem to perk up as they wake from their evening slumber. And then finally it happens. The sun breaks forth with a fiery furry that takes your breath away, a moment that is mesmerizing and magnificent. In that instant I was filled with awe; four men siting side by side in silence, none daring to speak for fear of ruining the moment, with hearts full of eager expectation, waiting for the arrival of a new day, new mercies, new hope, as if God Himself was filling the whole earth with His glory as the radiant beams of sunlight washed over the landscape.
Within moments the sun is rapidly ascending, its light becoming more and more brilliant to the point that I had to turn my eyes, the men start talking, and I realized my heart is filled with peace and an excitement that God is in control, and I get to spend another day with Him.
Soli Deo Gloria