Just 10 minutes ago I returned to my cabin, less than 100 feet away from Tablerock Lake. My sister and I woke up at 5:45, and walked down to the dock to watch the sunrise…

It was already light outside although the sun was not up yet, creating a heavenly glow around the mountain our star seemed to climb. The cloudless sky was wonderous, being purple at the bottom, then fading to pink, then orange, then white, then blue. The fish were jumping and I could hear their splash and see their ripple. I listened to the geese honk, and heared it reverberate off the Ozark mountains. It was amazing being able to eat my breakfast and have my coffee while listening to the various birds and wildlife go about their daily business. The crows quarrelling, the swallows swooping, the spiders silently spinning.

The lake was tepid, almost like bathwater; perfect for swimming. The waters were warm and seductive, almost lulling me to sleep. Suspunded in the water, I continued listening to God’s creation. It was an awesome sight to finally see the sun crowning the horizon. I actually missed the breaking point, looking down at my camera screen for only a milisecond, then glancing up at the bright, glorious light cresting the hill. I continued watching until the sun was fully free of the ground and airbourn in the sky.