My first sunrise
Hello blog readers! I have the day off, and wanted to sit down with a cup of coffee and just enjoy my alone time with God. He brought to my memory the very first time I saw the sunrise. I will never forget it.
I was in my mid 30’s, and visiting Tucson, Arizona. When I think about it, that sounds almost unbelievable — that I waited until I was in my mid 30’s to care enough to intentionally watch the sunrise. And, I can’t take full responsibility. My mother was with me, and she watches the sunrise everywhere she visits — and I wanted to participate too for the sake of being on a mini-vacation, and spending time with her.
That trip offered another ‘first’ for me. I had never seen mountains like those in Tucson before. The resort that we stayed in was right next to a huge, stone mountain. Just looking at how big the mountain was made me see God in a new way. It was almost breath-taking. I felt how small I was when I was facing that mountain. And when the sun rose over it, it brought tears to my eyes. I could feel something amazing. God made the sun rise over it. It was beautiful.
I’m so thankful for that experience. My first sunrise was well-worth the wait. Any other time, and I might have neglected to see God in the experience. God made an appointment in time for me to witness His majesty. To see the sunrise is a gift. Every day is a gift. He wanted my first experience of watching the sunrise to fully glorify Him. He wanted my heart to know that He can do anything. God is higher than anything we could ever face. He’s the only God who can cause the sun to rise over any mountain.
Psalm 95:4 In whose hand are the depths of the earth, The peaks of the mountains are His also.