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| Sunrise, November 2021 |
Today began with a shock of red pink streaked across the sky. A true blaze of beauty and light.
It's a wonder that ordinary days can begin like this. As Eugene Peterson says, "pure gift, all grace."
I woke up my son to come see it. We stood on the back porch watching until it faded into the soft blue of day. It was good to share that quiet moment together before the busyness of the day. Pure gift, all grace.
