The sky is electric yellow this morning; rain is teeming down and the sun, only risen an hour ago, glistens in a vale of tumbling diamonds. Rain splashes the ground outside, hissing and dancing in the autumn chill.

Just before the sun rose this dawn, cloud stacks of brilliant pink had towered above the land, foretelling of rain to come.

As I write this, the sun has lost its battle with the clouds and the rain has vanished in a sodden ground. All is now still, except for the birds with their early morning trill.

I love the rain with the sights, smells and sounds that it brings. God has been watering His garden.

I felt down this morning. I wanted to curl up and vanish from the world, but God's glorious morning broke through and touched my heart.

Like colors of the rainbow, there are seasons in our lives. If we dwell on the Father and the wonders of His Son, we can surely know, His work in us is not yet done. Mighty is our God!

Have a blessed day, my friends.

P.S. The sun has just broken through and jewels sparkle in its light.