Once I get the guys off to school and work I find myself once again sitting in the quiet of the morning and am surrounded by the darkness outside. With bible in hand I begin my morning until a small voice beckons me from upstairs...."mommmmmmy I need you". While I may not have been able to finish a single verse some mornings, I close the book and eagerly run upstairs to my waiting bit of sunshine who's burried under the covers of my bed. My daughter sleepily looks at me and says, "it's a new day mommy!" and I crawl back under the covers with her and we wait.
We wait in the fading darkness and watch the colors outside emerge in the sky. These moments are always full of the same questions...Where is the purple? Where is the pink? Why hasn't the orange and yellow come out yet. And I reply..."just wait my sweet." So we wait. We snuggle. We talk about the day ahead. We close our eyes and open them a few minutes later to see how the sky has changed. The blackness is suddenly replaced with dark blues and the beginnings of purples. The trees are turning green and we see the beginnings of life awakening in them. We laugh at the things we find silly and pull the covers over our heads to bring back the darkness and then throw them back to see what changes have happened in the lightening sky outside. There's the beginnings of pink and yellow now. There is always awe in her face. "Where'd the moon go mommy?", she asks and I reply, "to China and they are sending us the sun right now."
Finally we see the deep color of yellow flittering through the tree tops and jump out of bed to not only begin our day but to watch the finale of the sunrise downstair where we have a better view of what's being written in the sky. The sky is now that baby pale blue...the blue of a new day...one of sunshine with no grey rain....one of freshness. Looking out the window at the bottom of the stairs we see the glow of the sun rising over the hill and the white or sometimes vibrant pink or orange trails from planes flying above. There's always the comment, "God is writing in the sky mommy!!" Yes darling He is. We watch quietly for a few moments until the sky is full of the sun and just gaze outside the window...she full of wonder and me full of prayers of thanks for His beauty and the blessings He's bestowed upon me.