Rises in the east, sets in the west.

In mulling over a few different ways to be enchanting and amusing today, I’m coming up short.  Cause what I really want to talk about is this picture:

The other morning I was driving to Woodstock, Virginia.  At this hour in the morning, I’m usually not even awake, much less on the road.  What looked like the night sky was before me.  Yet in my rear view mirror I could see the sun rising in the east.  I don’t need to explain what a gentle and sweet moment that was for me, right?  To see the blue sky stretched before me while the orange sky was racing to take over?  Oh!  It was marrrrrrrvelous!

So now I don’t know what to say.  It’s just like when I’m standing at the edge of the ocean, looking out.  There’s nothing to say, but so much to feel.  My favorite feeling of all is to feel small and insignificant.  Not insignificant in a woe-is-me kinda way.  (Please don’t badger me about my self-esteem.)  No, I mean insignificant in an I’m-just-a-teeny-brushstroke-on-His-gigantic-canvas kinda way.

What a treat to have even gotten to capture that on my phone… and to capture it without getting into a wreck!

Cause you know…  shortly after that, a deer ran RIGHT in front of the semi-truck that was in front of me.  And if God hadn’t transfixed me with His masterpiece and gotten me to slow down enough to take three pictures… Well, I might have been in front of that semi-truck.

You know what I mean?