Yesterday I woke up in a foul mood...not normal for me, I am usually pretty cheery. My head was cloudy, I didn't feel well and the previous week was beyond stressful. I prompted myself to work anyway and God lit up the sky with a beautiful sunrise. I cried as I maneuvered my way down Hwy 392, talking to him as I often do...like he is an old favorite friend.
"I know you did that just for me, but I don't feel like a beautiful sunrise today, thanks anyway".
But He insisted, didn't turn off the lights to the peaks, but planted a seed of memory for me. Of times not so hard and tears of joy instead of pain, of a body that loved the mornings and even reminded me of why I carry my camera everywhere I go...to stop, get out of my warm car, breath in the crisp Colorado morning and look at His wonder, accept His gift and be thankful.
I am reminded of a saying I used a long time ago
Getting over a painful experience is like crossing the monkey bars
...at some point you have to let go so you can move on.
Yesterday I was blessed when I didn't deserve it, today I am moving on.
