Pinks and Blues

The workweek greeted me with darkened skies and a rooster’s crow. A night of troubled sleep drew a fog in and around me. Beyond the reach of foreboding trees, whispers of golds and pinks gently pushed blue from the horizon. Taking a deep breath of morning air, I savored the hope of a new day as truth filled my senses.

For since the creation of the world, God’s invisible qualities – His eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse. Romans 1:20

Inclined to capture the moment on film, a whisper floated across the breeze:

This moment is for you. Even your best attempt would fail to replicate the glory I have placed before your eyes. Brushstrokes of magnificent color, a crisp in the air, a moment of silence. Imprint the experience on the canvas of your heart, for there it will dwell and warm inner spaces.

An artist sees the world through the confines of a lens yet fails to fully grasp the splendor lying beyond the frame.  Even in my desire to share this moment, words fell grossly inadequate. There were pinks and blues.

The morning illuminated the skies, folding clouds into shades of white with cotton candy edges; a reminder to embrace ever changing beauty at each turn.

Engulfed in the flame of a sunrise reflecting off a dirty windshield, the traffic light’s change was unnoticeable, until an adjacent commuter impatiently pounded her horn, frustrated with the extra second we sat at the intersection. Did she not see the brilliance cascaded across our view? Did impatience consume her colors rendering them a lifeless gray?

I’ll admit, I may have joined her quest had my focus not been drawn to the dance of pinks and blues.

As the sun fades into reds and golds, there will be many things that could have and should have been done. This will not change. It is the moments in between that truly matter.

This was my moment. I pray you find yours.

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23


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