And every morning I watched the beautiful sun stretch it's rays down the mountain and into the valleys below. And every evening I watched that same sun hide its face behind the mountain. God never tired of telling it to rise or to fall, to warm the surface and nourish the fields, or hide behind a cloud as a shield.
And every morning as I watched the sun appear once more, my soul was warmed. If God cares so much to tell the sun "Do it again!" every morning since the dawn of creation, and he still hasn't tired of making it beautiful, unique, and breathtaking how much more does he care about me?
I am still being molded and changed. I am being transformed and renewed. Sometimes I don't rise when God tells me to rise, or set when he tells me to be still. Sometimes the sky I paint around me isn't beautiful and full of color; sometimes its grey and gloomy. But yet God hasn't tired of transforming me to HIS likeness. He hasn't wearied of providing grace in abundance. He hasn't stopped telling me "Do it again!" My God is strong enough to exult in the monotony of a sinner's life like mine.
