~these are the days of seeing the first glimpse of the sun~
Have you ever watched a sunrise? I mean, really and truly?
Not just watched as it slowly lights up in the morning. But stood somewhere where you could completely see the day’s first glimpse of the sun.
The only place I’ve ever really seen a sunrise is at the beach. Sitting on a deck where the horizon is spread in front of me.
This year, we had the kids draw the sunrise in their art notebooks on the deck one morning. By the time they settled in their chairs with markers and crayons, the sun had already kissed the sky and was peeking just over the horizon. It was still beautiful. Peaceful and still and breathtaking.
Once the sun makes its first appearance, it doesn’t take long for it to start rising in the sky. It’s actually a little crazy when you watch and you realize the sun isn’t even moving, but we are. That should be enough to blow your mind for the day.
But what I really wanted was for the kids to see the very first view of the sun, not the moments right after. That very. First. Moment. There’s not much like it. And it’s so easy to blink and miss it.
I’m pretty sure they were thinking that because they drew the sunrise they had seen it. And yes, they had. But they had missed that first glorious sight.
So two days after their drawing experience, they stood at the window watching. They kept turning away and I kept
telling yelling at them to keep watching. I don’t think they really knew why I kept repeating myself. I continued to say…”you’re going to miss is…keep watching…don’t look away.”
And then suddenly. There it was.
An instant pop of light.
They squealed a little. Because it is really amazing when you see it and realize what you saw.
The new cycle of sunlight is the sign that the day has begun anew and is full of possibility. The Bible says the Lord’s mercies are new every day. I rely on this promise all the time.
As the kids were watching for this glorious moment, my mind was reeling a bit and my eyes filled with tears a little (I’m an emotional sap, I can’t help it). As I was telling them they were going to miss it, I couldn’t help but think about how many times I find myself saying the same thing.
How I don’t want to be waiting and waiting and expecting and completely miss Him. How I want to know Him so well that I can’t miss Him. In the small moments. In simple, daily living. How I’m grateful that this writing challenge has helped me see Him in these moments more.
And I can’t help but think about easy it was to miss Jesus when He came. I mean, really. Who would have thought the expected King of Kings would have been a baby? You know. Poopy diapers and spit-up and teething. Having carried children inside my body, I think I’m more in awe of it than ever. He grew inside Mary, who was just a young girl herself. She pushed Him out into the world.
No wonder it was so easy to miss Him.
And so as I live my life for as many days as I have on this earth, I don’t want to be left feeling like I’ve missed Him.
I want to be aware of His presence in the everyday. The mundane. The beautiful and the ugly parts of the day. In this big things. But more so in the small things. In the places where it’s easy to miss Him.
Tomorrow I’ll be sharing a bit more as I reflect on this writing challenge. One more day! Join me?
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