I woke this morning to a dear darling heading off to another week away for work. We shared quiet early hours over coffee, kisses, and packing. As the last few minutes before he left ticked away I realized the sun would be waking up soon.
Do I sit and revel in God's glory alone, or do I find someone to share it with?
With little lady in bed resting in healing from sickness, I patted little man and said "Have you ever seen a sunrise?" I got a quick answer of "no" to which I replied "Wanna see one?"
Now, I must note here that I succumbed to using my "teacher" voice as to encourage a positive response.
"Sure," said sleepy little man.
We got bundled for the chilly morning in robes and sweaters, I grabbed my coffee and we charged outside to tackle the quiet with full attention.
"Oh, see, Isaiah! Look at the pink and orange sky! Those clouds will change color soon. Just watch!"
I sit on the stool on the stoop with a seven year old bundle.
I sit with 55 pounds of tired young man curled on my lap, breathing tired morning breath in my shoulder.
I sit with boy and coffee and speak of new mornings, and small noises that speak of new days.
This little robe wrapped weight on my lap squirms to stay warm, and I stand and say "Isaiah! Look! The colors are changing!"
He lifts his head with almost as much effort as when he first learned as an infant, wobbling and new.
"Oh, wow! I saw it change colors Mom!"
I stroll the yard trying to find a good spot to view that orange orb, pointing out squirrels, birds, and purple clouds to a now awakened arm load.
The weight of him bears down on my hips, my arms flexing with tired morning strength to keep him close. His head moving up off my shoulder as he glimpses at the slivers of morning the Lord sprinkles in our back yard.
"Look, Isaiah, the mountains are purple! Wanna go look at those?"
"Do you know that song that talks about 'purple mountains majesty?'"
"No." (Hmmmm, well, anyways...)
"Well, there's a song about America that talks about purple mountains...that's what it's talking about!"
"Oh." I can tell he's super stoked on this. I can feel the moment slipping away. Then I see it. A pink Pikes Peak.
"Look, Isaiah, Pikes Peak is pink!"
"Ha-ha! Mom, it's Pikes Pink!"
What a great morning!
Hubby is gone...to a great job that provides.
Trinity is sick...and I can stay and nurse her.
And Isaiah finds laughter in a sunrise, and shares it with me.
Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and forevermore!
From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the Lord is to be praised!
The Lord is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens!