Pink and Blues

Engulfed by the dawn's splendor, the weaving tale of my morning unfolds. With every burst of color and every breath of the morning air, I felt God's divine creation being revealed in its glory. I craved to capture the beautiful spectacle, but this moment, crafted specially for me, was for my heart to etch and nurture.

Even the finest artist fails to frame the true grandeur of nature, and here I was, lost in admiring the pinks and blues of the morning, the cotton candy cloud edges, and the sun's majestic dance.

It was my moment. I hope you find yours too.

Episode Transcript

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The work week greeted me with darkened skies and a rooster's crow.
A night of troubled sleep drew a fog in and around me.
Beyond the reach of foreboding trees, whispers of gold and pinks gently pushed blue from the horizon.
Taking a deep breath of morning air, I savored the hope of a new day as truth filled my senses.

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For since the creation of the world, God's invisible qualities,
His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen,
being understood from what has been made so that people are without excuse.
Romans 1 Inclined to capture the moment on film, a whisper floated across the breeze.

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This moment is for you. Even your best attempt would fail to replicate the glory
I have placed before your eyes.
Brushstrokes of magnificent color, a crisp in the air, a moment of silence.
Imprint the experience on the canvas of your heart, for there it will dwell and warm inner spaces.

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An artist sees the world through the confines of a lens, yet fails to fully
grasp the splendor lying beyond the frame.
Even in my desire to share this moment, words fell grossly inadequate.
There were pinks and blues.
The morning illuminated the skies, folding clouds into shades of white with

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cotton candy edges, a reminder to embrace ever-changing beauty at every turn.
Engulfed in the flame of a sunrise reflecting off a dirty windshield,
the traffic light changed, and I failed to notice, until an adjacent commuter
her and patiently pounded her horn.
Frustrated with the extra second, we sat at the intersection.

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Did she not see the brilliance cascaded across our view?
Did impatience consume her colors, rendering them into a lifeless gray?
Now, I'll admit I may have joined her quest, had my focus not been drawn to
the dance of pinks and blues.
As the sun fades into reds and golds, There will be many things that could have

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and should have been done. This will not change.
It's the moments in between that truly matter.
This was my moment. I pray you find yours.
Because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning.

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Great is Thy faithfulness.
Lamentations chapter 3.