I love sunrises. You might have gathered that from the title. 🙂
I am NOT a morning person. If I had my way, I would get up around 8:00 every morning, take a hot, leisurely shower, and start the day around 9:00. But alas, I get up at 5:15 and am at work at 6:30. It’s been this way for years, and I’m still not a morning person.
However, during this time of year, I get to see the sunrise as drive to work. I often drive to work in silence, just fellowshipping with the Lord. It occurred to me one brutally early morning how the sunrise has always been a picture of Christ’s resurrection.
Out of the darkness, comes light.
The light creeps gradually over the earth, until it touches everything in sight.
What is hidden, becomes visible.
People go to the beach, climb a mountain, go to work.
Life is awakened.
Beauty is unveiled. (And you will see it everywhere if you stop and look.)