Crisp Colors

Morning light is, for just a very few moments, soft and inviting.  As it comes into its fullness everything comes into sharp focus.  Unless I am taking pictures just before dawn, in the gentleness of expectation, I prefer the evening sun for photographs.  The contrast between the two is quite extreme.  In the morning there is more time and you know it.  It is easy to relax, letting the casualness of the growing light lull your mind into a dream state, yet quietly stealing the soft beauty one often seeks to capture.  The evening is blunt to a fault.  One knows the light is disappearing!  There are no doubts, even if you want to try and fool your mind.  Yet as the light goes the colors, shades, and gentle reminders are absolutely amazing! 
 
Metaphorically I find myself moving to a nature based form of reflecting on God.  In the morning I let God do all the talking.  Divinity reveals what we need if we are willing to put yourself out in the open for examination.  The cold light of a new day brings fresh, crisp, and fearful realizations.  With the freedom I treasure I find “God has left Judah exposed and defenseless.  [I/]You assessed your defenses that Day, inspected [our/]your arsenal of weapons in the Forest Armory.”  (Isaiah 22.8)  There is nothing to take to war.  There are no defenses against evil which will work.  I am powerless to do good on my own.
 
The evening is a different story.  As I have let God talk to me in the morning I find Divinity giving me lessons to ponder throughout the day.  In the gentleness of the evening sun, with the awesome beauty in the emerging colors which fade into black, I find myself recalling God’s lessons, my actions (good and bad) within them, and understanding new lessons.  I know God loves you and me.  I know God would love to ignite the potential which was created within us.  I feel God’s tears with lost opportunities and failures.  Everything is possible – and the invitation remains.