A New Day

Sunsets are beautiful. Blah. Blah. Blah

As much as I marval at their beauty, I've only recently begun to marvel more in the renewal and restoration they seem to offer.

As the sun falls from the sky each day, it's almost as if it latches on to layer upon layer of skyline and drags it past the horizon; each layer a different color and full of individuality.

After the last sheet of color as fallen and the golden ball is completely out of site,

you are left in darkness,

scrambling to find your way.

The only thing you can do is wait for the inevitable;

wait for what you are sure of;

wait for the sun to drag a new day up with it.

And here's what I know and have come to appreciate and relish over the past several months: the sun does rise, "tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it", and His mercies are new every morning. Yesterday and all its layers are gone the moment the sun falls from the sky draped in color. You cannot change anything about it. You can, however, change today. That's the beauty of sunsets to me; they're quickly followed by a sunrise.

And a sunrise is full of newness, hope, and possibility.