Sunrise

Watching a sunrise on a spring morning is similar to writing a story. In a matter of minutes the brilliantly painted sky has changed. Second by second it becomes a completely different creation.

In writing, you start with a blank page. Once you put a word down, the story begins. It continues to change. Every time you work on it, it changes. Sometimes the first words you wrote are hidden beneath or within the story.

I will never create something as brilliant as the beauty of the sunrise. However, in creating a story, I join in the creation of something that never was.

You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds, God our Savior, the hope of all the ends of the earth and of the farthest seas, who formed the mountains by your power, having armed yourself with strength.  Psalm 65:5-6