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grateful

I watched the sun come up over the mountains this morning. Sometimes I wish that I was more of a morning person than I am. The peaceful tranquility and the beauty of the mountains in the morning stirred something in my soul that I wasn't prepared for. A love of the here, a love of the now.

Sometimes I have bad days. Sometimes I just want to run away from my present and my future and do something entirely different than what I've ever planned. But today I wasn't anxious. I wasn't worried. There is just something about 5 am that brought me some peace. To know that very few people in the city were stirring. Perhaps I should have been thinking more globally, but the quiet stillness and moments of reflection was exactly what I needed to get me through the morning.

As the plane took off, I was struck by the color of the land below me. Living in the desert, it has always been brown when I've left, and always when I returned. But from where I sat in an aisle 14 window seat, all I could see was green. The man in front of me remarked that he drove down to Roswell last week and felt like he was in Iowa. Iowa. Illinois. Home. Maybe that's what all of this comfort in my surroundings is. The green grass, the smell of rain. It feels like home.

Flying seems to be a funny thing to me. As I gaze out over the land, I know that I am only getting a glimpse of the beauty. I read once that our ability to fly and see the world like this gives us a glimpse of what God sees. But that isn't true. There is so much more to God than that. As I look down and see houses and fields and roads, I know that there are people there who are real, leading lives that may be completely joyous or completely miserable. I think about that often in the car as well, wondering why people are in such a hurry, or why they might look upset or why they might be smiling.

It is in times like these that I can't help but feel utterly grateful for my life. I am thankful for the people around me that I have the ability to know and love. I can often get caught in the moment and forget what it is that I am here for and why I do what I do. But a simple sunrise on a beautiful Friday morning is enough to snap me back into reality about life, love, friendships and my relation to God. Praise God for my life, and praise God that I have people who remind me how amazing this world truly is. Some people see God through stars and sunsets. Some see God in the hands of others. Some just avoid seeing God altogether. How did you see God today?
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