Photo from Pioneer Woman
Does everyone remember the movie City of Angels, starring Meg Ryan and Nicholas Cage? You know, charming chick flick where a young, hotshot heart doctor hooks up with an angel of death...I thought you'd remember. We all learned a valuable lesson too, that no matter how exhilarating it feels, never NEVER never ride your bike in the middle of the road with your arms spread wide and eyes closed. I don't care if an angel just gave up immortality to be with you...but I digress...
There is a scene in the movie where the angels gather on the beach at dawn to hear the sunrise. That's right hear the sunrise. Something about that idea has always captured my imagination and I was reminded of it again on the morning of Christmas Eve, driving to the grocery store. Cedric had awoken around 6AM and I needed a few things for the family get together and figured we would beat the crowds. You might not have seen the sunrise that morning - you may have been warm and snug in your bed but let me tell you, you missed something amazing. The moon was full, Mars was out and brilliantly red and as the rose and gold of early sunshine pushed back the night I found myself believing that there was music behind such beauty. My heart ached to be able to hear it. Doesn't it seem like something God would do, compose a score for the sunrise that only Heaven and angels could enjoy? I can say that a sunrise is beautiful and God smiles at the understatement.
Driving to my parents for Christmas, Zach and I were able to watch the sunset together. I was struck at how we could be in a car driving 70+ miles an hour and come no where close to keeping pace with the sun and we were soon watching stars come out. Zach thinks that if you were in the desert, driving a very fast sports car, and the interstate was closed you might be able to keep up with the sun as it set. I'm not sure why, but the image of the Earth spinning like mad as it orbited the Sun flashed in my mind. It made me feel small and insignificant compared to the enormity and complexity of space. Oddly, its a comforting feeling. My problems seem so small in the grand scheme of things, yet God still loves me enough to take care of me, little old me, never mind keeping the cosmos in balance and cuing the music for another sunrise...
