Sunrise

This morning as I was witnessing a spectacular sunrise with the rosy edges of dawn curling over the gleaming white dome of the capital building, I was struck by two thoughts. First, I should not have consumed that can of mountain dew, I will be awake forever. Second, while gazing upon the beauty of pink rays merging with the still midnight blue of the sky, was my heart set on the Creator who created it? And I actually wasn't even struck with this thought until driving home still dwelling on the beauty only an insane few who get up/stay up that early are privileged to view. Why did my heart not instantly leap for joy and in adoration of my Creator? Why did I not highly anticipate the even more glorious splendor of His majesty, in comparison to something he so wonderfully wrought? For, "the heavens tell of the glory of God. The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak, night after night they make him known...the sun lives in the heavens where God placed it." Psalm 19:1-2. Oh Lord, "may the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer." Psalm 19:14.