Bri K

I woke up a couple Friday’s ago to my first real sunrise of the winter. When I got my place a few years back the Lord gave me an extra little gift that I wasn’t expecting. When the trees all around me lose their leaves, I get a view of the sunrise, which just happens to be in the right place at the right time for me to see it until the trees bud again. The most stunning sunrises I’ve ever seen I have watched from my home on winter mornings.

Last Friday was the perfect time to see the light show and the poignant, deep and radiant colors light up the horizon above the hills through the spider-webbed tree limbs. I went to my knees by my windowed door to the balcony and cried. He’s just that good to give a sweet and personal gift that reminds me that He is the same God bringing up the sun and setting it to sleep each day. He makes all things beautiful in its time even though we cannot fathom what He has done from beginning to end. He is the One who has been faithful even when I’ve been faithless. He’s the Author of my life and He is not finished writing. And neither am I.

Last night I was flipping through a book of of my writing–short little gut-reaction poetry/prose snippets–and came across this. I thought it was fitting in light of my last blog. I remember that He is always, always ALWAYS bringing Life…and bringing it the full.

PASSION’S REBIRTH (6.8.06)
There’s a fire
And I think its You,
Burning once again,
Rousing the cold dark night in me
To crimson burnt orange embers
Alive in zealous rage
Like morning’s dawn