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Exhaling at the top of Bodenheimer, home.
I inhaled and turned around, only to lose every last ounce of oxygen left in my lungs at the top of the climb,
unbelievable
splendor of faithfulness.
I always save that last bit of oxygen for the King to graciously steal each morning.
Every day I see the sunrise, every morning it is vastly different,
painted of a different palatte,
the most brilliant portrait for our eyes to gaze upon,
boldly framed by the majestic stability of mountain,
and it is ours completely of charge.
Make you want to roll out a bit earlier yet?
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On our daily morning runs, Jeanne-Claire and I have endless discussions of the sunrise.
What will it be today, when will it come, what does that color mean,
rain or sunshine, “remember yesterday’s?”, “How can it get any better than Tuesdays?”
While it is still dark we predict what the sky will become,
developing as a an old polaroid, slowly revealing the colors.
What is to come as we watch the faithfulness of Lord paint the new dawn, that is sunrise:
faithfulness.
“for your mercies never fail, they are new every morning.
Great is your faithfulness” Lam 3:22-23
This morning we were proven entirely wrong in our man-made predictions:
I predicted the sky to be emotionless, it’s been too beautiful all week, surely even the sky has to take a day off.
She blamed the dullness on the threat of afternoon rain and the saran-wrap layer of morning clouds.
We parted at the bottom of “the hill” (expressed in the opening) and I began the climb to the finish a bit disappointed by the absence of a sunrise to discuss. oh those early morning runners, too easily amused.
Exhaling at the top of Bodenheimer, home.
I inhaled and turned around, only to lose every last ounce of oxygen left in my lungs at the top of the climb,
::an ocean of purple watercolor, streaks of crimson horizontally bleeding through the page,
slightly resembling that of Edvard Munch.::
unbelievable
splendor of faithfulness.
you were wrong, my child, how could I forget?
I promised. I meant what I said, It is new every morning, my mercies never fail.
In my unexpected revelation I was immediately driven to the images in the creation story, as we have been discovering the prophesy present in Genesis alluding to the coming of a new Kingdom, the new Jerusalem…the full intention of God’s creation: to fill the whole earth with His glory…
Whether you are there to experience it or not, He does this each morning with sunrise.
Before creation there was the sun, and newness is ours each morning.
that is faithfulness
It has always been, and it will always be.
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I ran to my room and immediately texted Jeanne-Claire.
“Please tell me you saw that brilliant purple sky?! We didn’t miss it!”
…she responded, “I was hoping you saw it, too : )”
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Never the same, design never predictable by creation,
but ever and always present, promised
and new.
Faithfulness is ours, a free gift of beauty, made possible by the Creator of all light touches,
even sunrise itself.
Praise His works of new morning, praise the works of faithfulness,
Praise the promise of a new Jerusalem, oh what sunrise will be there,
the King of all things new.
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this I learned of sunrise,
this is why we run in the morning
: )
Posted on September 17, 2010
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