Sometimes you need to step back and let the world reveal its glory. This morning's sunrise was just such a time.
At 6:32, I walked out of the house, to see that the hidden dragon below the horizon had already awoken, its breath spreading across the early morning sky. The dark blue night sky was no match for the fury and quickly retreated to the safety of the hidden night's blossom. As I watched in complete wonder, the fire consumed all corners of the pre-sunrise air, turning the range beneath it into a glowing ember of kindled light. By 7:09, when this photo was taken, the world seemed ablaze. By 7:13, the fire had subsided, and the sky had transformed into a pale blue sea of tranquility. But I will never forget that 45 minutes when the unseen dragon of pre-dawn raged its warning of a coming storm.
I cannot imagine a more fitting foreshadow of the unprecedented miracle those of us that believe are about to commemorate. It was as if God had decided to clear the world with cleansing fire so that all would be right for the coming. It was one of the most potent sunrises I have ever witnessed. For that, I am truly blessed.
I remain His scribe
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