The chill of the morning air and dampness of the ground indicated that it had rained last night. As I drove to work, the early morning sky was shrouded in a thick blanket of dark gray clouds. Looking to the East I noticed the sun rising over the mountains into a thin strip of light blue sky.
As I drove West, the drab trees suddenly brightened against the inky darkness of the sky. A golden sunlight shone on them, bringing forth brilliant green colors. Every shade, hue, and tone imaginable shone before me as God painted an early morning commute before my eyes.
The sun rose higher in the sky and the scene before me changed and evolved. More colors, refractions of light and brightly illuminated clouds danced in the morning sky against the backdrop of the dark sky. As the road descended a hill, the brilliant color faded as I entered a deep hollow.
At the bottom of the hill the road turned north and I caught sight of a brilliant light off to my right. hovering above the pond was a wispy cloud of fog. The translucent tendrils shone with the light of the Sun. Golden, warm and inviting as if God himself were hovering over the waters below.
The canvas of my soul gave way as the brush strokes of the Master worked. Joy, peace, love, and God’s presence resonated against the colors of my life. Transfixed by the sublime beauty of the morning I nearly stopped my car in the middle of the road. If I had, I would have missed the wonders to come.
As I continued my journey, the artists brush added the colors and revealed the beauty that had always been in the canvas. The sun rose, I arrived at work and the Artist continues to paint.