I have a 2 year old who has mastered slowing down to see the beauty around him. I mean, like, daily I feel ashamed when his sweet innocence and gratitude reminds me of how busy and ungrateful I let myself become.
One of these reminders is that every single morning this darling little youngster goes charging to the front door to see the sunrise. As soon as he confirms the morning sky is ablaze with the hues of a rising sun, he dashes off to gather the rest of the family members to ensure they have not overlooked this 5 minutes of brilliance on display. He takes them one by one to the front door, and then to the front window, and then attempts to drag them to the upstairs windows for the best and most breathtaking views of daybreak. I will attempt to put some of the videos of this ritual on the blog…
|Flaming morning sky|
|Breathtaking views from the front porch|
With the warmer weather we have been having the last few days, there have been less clouds in the morning sky, which has had a profound impact on the canvas of the rising sun. On the first of these warm days, Colby ran to the window in expectation, but then turned toward me with disapproval on his face as he pointed out the window. When I peered out to see what he was scowling at, I saw instead of the blazing oranges, reds, and yellows of our usual dawn, there were instead pale, creamy pastels of pink and yellow that faded into a muted blue sky. My answer was quick, took little thought; “Yeah, the sunrises are not as pretty when there aren’t any clouds, are they buddy?” I got about 4 steps away before I heard what I had just said.
There you go again, little one, teaching me great big lessons with your little, tiny, wise, and intuitive heart.
Isn’t that so true? The sunrises of our life are so much more breathtaking when we have the stormy clouds to compare them to. It was a poignant week for me to be reminded of this simple truth. I had just emerged from a few of the hardest, lowest weeks I had been through in awhile. After long days of having to lay at home, completely dependent on other people, riddled with pain and exhaustion and defeat, I was back on my feet with a surge in my energy, a dwindling in my pain, and a soul that feel renewed in hope as my days became more manageable. How amazing those days felt, how encouraged I was, BECAUSE of the profound lows I had just experienced. I would not have realized how beautiful this strength was if I did not have those dark clouds to reflect it off of.
|Sunset is equally stunning|
What clouds are you facing? Can you step back and see how they reflect the coming sun in your days?