This morning I opened the garage door and as I was loading my computer in the car, I noticed that there was an amazing orange glow reflecting on the houses outside. I knew it was going to be a glorious short commute this morning as I had the opportunity to watch the sun come up. So I rushed back in to grab my coffee and tell everyone good-bye.
As I backed out of the garage and headed down the street, I was humbled by the sight of the sun beginning to peak over the horizon and the light reflect off the wispy, cotton-like clouds. As I drove, I kept one eye on the road and one on the sunrise (well, maybe not literally).
It was a beautiful sight and I saw God at work in the scene. As I reflected on this experience during my drive, it dawned on me that the sun comes up every day but it is not always as meaningful as it was today – the clouds, the visibility – all those things combined to make a fresh picture. It happens everyday but it is fresh everyday.
Isn’t our Father like that? A divine paradox. God is unchanging but new every, single day!
Aren’t you glad?!
Clay in the Hands 
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