Marching Orders, Sunrises and Poppies . .

The other morning as I was driving to work on PfefferKorn Road, (don't you just love that name), a quiet and slow country road, I saw a family of geese about ready to cross the road. I immediately put on my blinker and pulled onto the grass, grabbed my camera and hopped out the car. I've hoped for an opportunity over the years to take a good picture of geese crossing the road and this was the morning! No other vehicles, green grass, rolling hills and clear skies. What a way to start the day!

Leaving home before 6:45 five mornings a week I have many opportunties to see stunning sunrises. And I have! Caught my breath away! This week I was reviewing old newspapers from where I work as caretaker of the History Room. Back in 2004-2005, Pawnee Camp, singer and writer for God, wrote a column for a season, and I've kept copies of several articles she wrote. She has a magnificant grasp for a good story! Yesterday I came across "Walk in the Wind . . . The Easter I Cherish." Let me share several sentences from that article:

"We settled into our seats. We waited. And then, in a whisper of color, God began to paint the sky just at the horizon before us. Hushed, we watched as He slowly added intensity to the color, and breadth to the expanse of His canvas. Just as a hint of gold washed over the rim of the pine trees lining the horizon, our pastor stepped before us and said, 'Sing!' And we did. 'All creatures of our God and King, lift up your voice and with us sing Alleluial!' A song to God and no one else, as we watched Him paint the morning in lines of hope--a reminder of the resuurection."

Pawnee's story shared her love of sunrise services on Easter mornings. Her description reminded me of all the beautiful sunrises I see. The one below was taken from my front door and is a favorite of mine.


Many years ago before we moved into our home, the original owner, who was a masterful gardner, planted poppies under the oak tree. Every year I enjoy watching them open and bloom. When I was small, I sold handmade poppies around our neighborhood. I recall this memory each year as now, my poppies, blossom.

And the other evening, nestled in with some buttercups, these cows and calves were taking a siesta as mist was falling. Ah, to be snuggled in with no concerns.


The original picture
looked like this:

The magic of photoshop!


Don't miss that next sunrise God sends you! He's the master of all creation!