Backside of Sunrise

Something I wrote about twenty-five years ago when we lived on the Oregon coast. Found the picture when I was going through some things and thought I would share it here. 


Backside of Someone Else’s Sunrise 

As I look upon the last glimmers of the setting sun, I cannot help to think that while my day is done someone else’s has just begun. We mourn the loss of the sun’s warming glow as yet another day passes away, but we forget that in another place it is bringing a new day through God’s mighty grace. Next time you contemplate the long cold night ahead, hold close to the promise that soon someone else will be looking at the backside of your sunrise.


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