Keepers of the Dawn

The clarion call of the Maker awakens me and summons me to come and witness the dawning of the day with Him.

DSC_0054-002It will be a day like no other; when the Artist of artistry will paint His finest masterpiece across the sky for one showing only.

DSC_0002A premier of preeminence reserved especially for those who respond early to the special invite He has sent to witness His creative genius.  The air is cool and crisp. The wind gusts sting my face, causing tears to fall from my eyes; still I stand at the pier waiting.

DSC_0032-009 - CopyI see the keepers of the dawn compete for a prominent place on the pilings.  They eye their audience of one with curiosity and suspicion.  Too few come to hear the silence in the of the rising of the sun. Too few come to observe  this dance of first light by the keepers of the dawn. They question my presence. Will I act accordingly?

DSC_0085-005 - CopyOr with eyes that cannot see and ears that cannot hear will I become an unwanted intrusion on the horizon of peacefulness on this stage set in perfection for the upcoming production.

DSC_0070-002 - CopyRespectfully I position myself quietly and slowly to center stage, camera ready to capture this once in a lifetime artistic production.

DSC_0003With a nod of his head, the keeper of the dawn signals and the show begins. I stand, in awe by what I see.

DSC_0071-002 - CopyHow graceful are the dawn’s dancers …

DSC_0016 - Copyas they cover the dimly lit stage of sky soaring upwards and out over the gently moving waters .

DSC_0024 - CopyAs the dancers take flight, the Artist rises and silently begins to paint the first masterpiece of the day.

DSC_0008In the predawn hours of the morning, something mystical and magical takes place.

DSC_0010The heavenly hosts descend; light overpowers the darkness and my heart is fill with joy.

DSC_0031-007 - CopyI wish for you.  I wish you could witness the majesty of His hand… to see what I see and feel as I feel.

DSC_0105-005 - CopyI have seen the refreshing of a new day.  I feel the reassurance that today will be different than yesterday.

DSC_0096-005 - CopyThe sun reveals the Son. Although I stand alone, I am not alone.

DSC_0170-001I feel the glory of His Presense.

DSC_0037-001 - CopyI follow the sun for it is the pathway to the Son.

DSC_0033I am refreshed, rejuvenated and restored as the dawn of a new day lights my way,

DSC_0058-007 - CopyNo longer alone, absent of despair.

DSC_0284In His light

DSC_0286-001like the keepers of the dawn, I dance,

DSC_0065-006 - Copytransformed Forever.

But if we walk in the light,

as he is in the light,

we have fellowship one with another,

and the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin.

1 John 1:7










 

 

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Chasing the Sun

O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.

Psalm 104: 24

 If you’re not careful with your life, you can miss the little kisses that God provides each day to remind you of His care for you.  That is one of the reasons why the Marina in Bay Shore was so dear to my heart.  Each morning, at 5:30, I would jump out of bed, throw on the first piece of clothing I could put my hands on, grab my camera and run to the marina to chase the sun breaking forth on the horizon.  Picture after picture I would take, in awe of the variety of paintings my God would display for me. We would be alone, just He and I, until about 6:15; it was as if He was revealing His majesty just for me. I felt privileged when I could capture the sun in all its glory, frustrated when I couldn’t translate what I saw with my camera.

Since Hurricane Sandy, the marina is completely off-limits. Her fury, not only robbed me of my morning rendezvous, it threw me in a state of depression as I searched in vain for another place I could chase the sun.  There are very few places on Long Island where Sandy’s destructive reach has not touched.  But I refuse to grant her the dignity she seeks.  I will not immortalize her in my pictures. I will use my powers for good.

Going to the store this evening to get an essential ingredient to complete dinner, God waited for me to look up.  When I did, I caught a glimpse through the trees of His handiwork in the sky.  Dinner forgotten, I hopped in my car, turned west, my foot heavy on the gas. One hand on the steering wheel and the other hand rummaging through my camera bag, I navigated down the street like a madwoman, impatiently maneuvering through the evening traffic, I chased the sun.  I had to find some clear, unobstructed place to capture the magnificent painting God had prepared for me.  God changes the canvas so rapidly I knew I didn’t have much time.  I came to a bend in the road and pulled over.  Jumping out of the car, motor running, I waited until two cars passed before I could stand in the middle of the road to take this picture.

Kiss from God

Before the sun went down, I was able to drive further west to capture this scene.

I needed to see the sun today.  I needed it’s rejuvenating powers.  I needed this kiss from God.  It’s the little things in life, like the sun setting in the west that remind us of His glory and care.  

I need to chase the sun.  I need to do this because in chasing the sun I find The Son.