In the Beginning

Twelve hours…

It is night; the darkness is enhanced by the ominous presence of menacing clouds. The heavy rainfall is proof of their presence, and the steady beat of water as it crashes into trees, ground, and lake, drown out any other noise. Occasionally the scene is illuminated by the flash of lightning, but otherwise all remains dark.

Dawn approaches, and the rain turns to drizzle as the storm front passes. The scene of a wooded lakeshore is revealed in the dazzling red and orange hues of a mountain skies sunrise. As water drips off the leaves of the lush green vegetation and settles on the mossy covered rocks and underbrush below, a mosquito settles onto the, now calm, waters surface. Suddenly it disappears; the shimmering rainbow glinting off a trout’s scales.

Day comes and a doe leads her fawn to the waters edge for a drink. The dampness of the evening has evaporated into the comforting warmth of a summer’s day. In the trees a harmony of music and colors blend into a symphony of songbirds, as high above an eagle soars taking in the show.

As evening comes, a gentle fog rolls over the lake. As the sun sets, the sky shows promise of revealing all its secrets in the blaze of a million starts. In the distance a gentle hoot sounds and an owl glides silently through the quiet night air.

I get to witness it all; God still at work in his creation.

Everyday becoming a brand new “In the Beginning…”