I find myself greeting the sun a lot these days, and I began pondering the different colors found in those intimate moments, because, let’s face it, no matter who is sitting or slumbering beside you, in that magical hour as the sun rises, you are, mostly in true intimacy with your God.
I love that time, those moments of quiet (mostly) solitude. I anticipate the burnt sienna, the cotton candy pinks, the Mandarin oranges that will soon streak across the sky. But you know those anticipations, those are simply temptations. My heart already dances at the purples spread before me. Continue reading
The Unexpected Life 