Monday, 6 February 2012
The small miracle of the sunrise
I worked Saturday. Sunday morning, I set the alarm for 6:00, and after starting the crock pot and yeast rolls, buckled down to work on a writing assignment that was due. I finished just in time to get ready for church. Next, whirlwind of preparations and my family arrived. A lovely dinner, good-byes and the weekend was over.
Monday morning. Ugh. I awoke with a start, and realized that the alarm I had set for 6:00 on Sunday hadn't been changed back to my normal weekday 5:00. It was barely morning, and I was already running late.
A mad scramble, and I was heading to the train station. I was a few minutes late, but within reasonable proximity of "on time." I was going to make it. With focus borne of purpose, I remember nothing about the drive. I was on a mission to get there on time.
I jumped from the car and grabbed my bags. And...grabbed...where was my purse? Twice I checked, but alas, I had left it sitting on the deacon's bench at home. As it contained my ticket to ride, as well as the rest of my life, there was nothing left to do but drive home, get it, and drive back. Oh yes, and miss my train.
As I stood at the station waiting for the next train, I was mildly irritated. The rhythm of my day had been thrown. Then I looked up.
At the horizon, the most magnificent sunrise was creeping forth. Pinks and oranges greeted the day, the light growing and stretching with each passing minute. God tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I had this gift for you, which you almost missed."
"I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,
your handmade sky-jewelry,
Moon and stars mounted in their setting.
Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,
Why do you bother with us?
Why take a second look our way?"
Psalm 8:3,4 (Message)
God's sunrise- a huge miracle. My small miracle- I looked up.
Has God ever interrupted your day with a small miracle?