As I drove to work this morning, the sun blinding me, because I forgot my sunglasses, I thought about what the rising sun represents. Renewal, rejuvenation, reprise, a re-do if you may. It's like God gives us an opportunity to wipe the board clean and start over. Everyday.
How many times do we take this for granted? We sleep and wake daily, join everyone else in the grind and forget to remember the small things, like the sunrise. The new day, a fresh beginning. I am totally guilty of this. Of rising with dread of another day of work, running around, cooking dinner, laundry, then lather, rinse, repeat.
This morning felt different for some reason. The sun was so bright and decorating the tips of frosty trees making the dew dance. That beauty touched me. God was telling me something. To slow down, take it one day at a time, and remember the mulligan.
On another note, no pun intended, my Husband turned me on to The National. And it's official, I've listed to their album, The Boxer, like eleventy billion times.
Check um' out.