One of my favorite moments of the day is when the sun rises to just below the horizon and the rays first touch the treetops but I am still in the shadows. It happens so quickly that it’s almost like live-viewing a time-lapse video. I imagine that I can feel the earth turning beneath my feet as the cosmic machinery moves. The sliding angles are set from 93 million miles away and the sun-tipped branches glow like candles.
I am small and the birds begin to sing.
I did not create this. I am barely able to grasp this. Even now I am a child mesmerized by the turning of a brightly-colored toy whose mechanisms I cannot imagine. My wonder is my worship and I believe God watches my eyes widen and my breath catch and smiles.