There are days, early, beautiful mornings when I am so secure in God's love for me. And then I see a gift just for me.
Morning is my treasure. Me, God, His Word. Add a walk outside, or a peek at the sky and it is always lovely.
There is, then, the occasional morning when The One Who Knows My Heart gives me the gift of delight in a slice of the morning moon or, like today the painterly red-to-pink sky. Scientists will explain about light refraction and condensation patterns. But I know Who hung the stars and in Whom I delight.
Then Sings My Soul -- How Great Thou Art!