So this morning I woke up to a very dark day. Not only was the sun not up yet, but the sky was covered with extremely thick clouds. As I drove to work, I noticed an incredibly bright, yet thin yellowish light on the horizon. I tried to figure out what it was. At first I thought maybe the driving range still had its lights on from the night before (those lights are intense!), but it didn't seem like quite the right location. Then for a second I thought maybe it was a stream of headlights from busy commuter traffic on a major road in that direction. Then I realized it was actually the sunrise. In the far distance, right where the sky meets the ground, the clouds had a long, skinny break. It was an incredible contrast with the ominous billowing cumulus clouds covering the sky.
It was a time to praise.
I was entering a day that was promising to be quite challenging. I saw this line of light in the sky as God's line of hope for me as I anticipated what was before me. It was the perfect picture.
The day is almost over. I did indeed encounter that sliver of bright hope in the midst of the challenge.
Praise God.
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