When we lived at New Hope Uganda, an orphanage, AKA Kasana, sunrise was always a blessed surprise for me. One reason: I'm not an early riser. And the mornings when I woke up by 6:30, I'd jump out of bed and rush outside to see what the sky was doing... whether pink and blue, as was in my previous blog background ... same tree, same place as this one ... or with orange and gray and gold and white and filled with clouds intensely swirling overhead.
On those days, at those moments, I rejoiced at this wonderful godly creativity, His lovely fingers wiggling out and about, swiveling and pulsating along the horizon. As I watched the sunrise unfold more and more, I would jump for joy and praise Him.
Even today, all these years later, when I look at the photos, all I can do is grin and feel my heart sing.