It's those minutes before sunrise, where the world is dark and shadowed except a thin faint line on the horizon, where black is fading into light. There are only a few birds chirping, and the rest of the world is sleeping. The world feels so still... Not a breeze to be felt and not a cloud in the sky. You look up and can see the thousands of sparkling diamonds and just stare in awe at the mere scale of the window into the universe you have.
Those moments are the quietest ones of the day. Where the husband sleeps, but for this short period of his REM cycle isn't snoring, lying curled up in the comforter and sprawled out across the bed (taking advantage of the extra space you left when you slunk out of bed so as to not wake him). The TV is off, an empty and un-enticing vacuum.
Peace and comfort reign in these moments, where God is creating a masterpiece in the sky and the still world watches in awe to greet another day. Prayers float up -- of guidance and direction, peace and security, concern over loved ones and strangers alike -- and God weaves the lyrical heart messages into his painting. The sky continues to lighten, with new shades of colors, highlights and lowlights, reflecting off a low lying rippled cloud off in the distance.
Lavender.
Navy Blue.
Pink.
There's even a line of grey where the colors muddle together.
Maybe that grey is where God puts the prayers of worry... The Lavender where he puts the prayers of encouragement. The pink the prayers of love over others and the prayers of thanksgiving. The coming billiant sun where he puts the prayers of guidance.
The night fades and the day creeps in, another gift from God beginning with his sunrise.
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