New Dawn

A little over two weeks ago I said at two different times; “I really miss sunrises and sunsets.” I mean, we have them, but they are pale and washed out, not the brilliant fluorescent colors of my hometown sky that I loved. “it’s just not the same,” I said, “and I miss it.”

The next morning I awoke in the ICU after some some serious respiratory struggles the day before. The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the hot pink morning sunrise streaked across the sky.

God cares about the big things, like saving my life that night. He also cares about the little things, like the colors that take our breath away. I think he delights in saying, “I heard you, and I got you.”