Friday, August 17, 2018 – Morning

In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.

John Bunyan

I watch in stillness as the sun rises red over the mountain. Just a sliver at first through the lingering valley smoke, it becomes a glowing ball of fire heralding the beginning of a new day.

I think, for a moment, of capturing an image with my camera and sharing the splendour of this morning.

Then I think the better thing is to allow the majesty of it to shape how I am within the larger world when I go out into it later.

So, I step out onto the deck and, as the cool, fresh air of dawn caresses me, stand in silent awe and watch its ascent.

Lord, you have brought us in safety to this new day . . . 

And it is well.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Author of The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved and Two Hearts: An Adoptee's Journey Through Grief to Gratitude.
1 comment
  1. This is one of the most beautiful photos I have ever seen. You make magic.

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