Good morning…
“When morning gilds the skies…” This familiar hymn, singing in my head, stirs me from my sleep. Instinctively, I look out the open window and shoot one photo through the screen. The word gild comes alive as the dark early morning sky is embellished with golden light from the moon and the stars.
Then, I tiptoe down the carpeted stairs of the log cabin where my 94 year old mother-in-law lives. I step outside into God’s vastness. The crescent moon quietly dangles above tiny Tingley Lake in rural Pennsylvania. “May Jesus Christ be praised,” belts out the chorus of the skies. In front, above, behind, I soak in the heavenly realms.
As I step back inside, my bare feet are chilly and damp, a welcome delight on a midsummer’s night. The grandfather clock slowly dongs, dongs, dongs, dongs. In this unique 4:00 o’clock hour, I research the song that rose up from within. I discover a music video gilded with images of a very similar serene lake waking up at dawn. I totally admire the Creator of it all.
Lord, there is no one like you! For you are great, and your name is full of power. Who would not fear you, O King of nations? That title belongs to you alone! Among all the wise people of the earth and in all the kingdoms of the world, there is no one like you (Jeremiah 10:6-7, NLT).
In life’s darkness and in each dawning, may Jesus Christ be praised.
…Sue…
