Something in me just needs to look out the door first thing every morning. Maybe the country girl in me just needs to see out - make sure all is still well in the world - or just feel the morning air.
This morning I stuck my head out, grabbed my camera, pulled a hoodie over my sweats and flip-flopped my way to the lake for a better view of the sun blazing in the east.
As I watched it change, I wondered....
How will the sky look when HE comes?
Will the ducks, and the ravens, and the eagles
be praising HIM, too?
Will the majestic glory of the morning
call me outside to witness