Just Him. And me.

I am utterly and completely undisciplined. I don't want to get up early in the morning, I don't (stomping feet)!



Not only that, I don't want to walk with this aching back. Nope (forced tears commence).



But. Walk. I must (teeth grit changing to sighs of resignation).



So, instead of mustering up so called "will power" and my pathetic strength...I needed an incentive. Why not make it fun? Yeah, why not?

With camera and water bottle in hand I have begun my ever so slow journey of waking and walking early each (well, o.k., every other) morning. Waiting for me is a magnificent sunrise at the end of a long street in my neighborhood.



And you know, it's getting easier. This looking up. The search for the next sunrise. God does not disappoint.



Maybe that's the way we walk with Him? Looking up to Him? Casting our gaze upon the One who rules the heavens, sunrises, economies, illness, babies and time? Something about it just lightens my load.

And as I sit on the rock at the end of my street, eyes closed, basking in the warmth of morning sun and oogling over the breathtaking rays, I find that I'm falling in love. With my Savior, just one more time.



Nothing profound is spoken. No great revelation. Just Him. And me. On the rock. In the sun.