The next morning, the cloud formations were a bit different, so I prepared myself to be wowed again. I drove and I waited...
And I waited...
          And I waited....
                    And I waited....
Nothin.
Nada.
Zip.
Zilch.
No colors in the sky.
No amazing light show.
No "Wow, do it again" moments.
Then it dawned on me (pun intended). The sky was white.... like a blank canvas, waiting for the Artist to begin another masterpiece. But God was waiting on me to join Him in the day before he would reveal to me what the day would hold.
Each morning is a chance for newness. A new day. A fresh start. New mercy. New grace. New compassion. New love. And a new chance to love the people put in my path to extend to them new mercy, new grace, and new compassion.
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23