I stopped working on my sculpture of Carla for a few minutes this morning to step outside and enjoy the sunrise. This wasn’t a Florida sunrise with the sun dancing on the water’s ripples and tips albeit just as majestic and beautiful in it’s own Oklahoman way. The birds singing throughout the sky dominated by emerging brightness and lavished in color. The distant oil pumps churning out liquid gold from just beneath the earth’s surface. The smell is of sweet hay instead of salty air as the display of brightly colored dreams smoothly fade into a peaceful day and the roar of traffic begins to mimic the sounds of an ocean’s waves that I would otherwise be missing on this beautiful morning. I enjoy the cool breath of air flowing across my forehead and the sculpting that lays on my work bench awaiting my touch, I am thankful for a God who loves us so much.
