This morning I went in search of sunrise. I saw it peek over the trees, above the lighted streetlights. I needed to feel its glory untouched by man-made light. So I drove and I drove
And I drove, searching for just the right place where buildings and houses and streetlights and telephone poles did not scar the landscape, did not hinder His labor. I drove and I drove
and I drove until I found that perfect place where trees reach up like fingers longing to touch the liquid gold floating in His fiery morning mixture. I drove and I drove and I drove until
I came to rolling hills of green, where even now shadows gather beneath the shade, waiting for the brightness of dawn. Here, I saw His light, felt His colors caress my skin and I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that
a new day dawns, His reminder that there is hope. Faith guides me on this journey and though I may be afraid and confused, His peace surpasses all understanding.