I Watched the Sun Rise This Morning

At first I watched from the back porch, there was a heavy mist, and it was awhile before I thought I could photograph the pasture.  I now wish I had captured the fog lying heavy over the land.  I will be up early and ready in the morning to do that.

But Chance didn't mind the fog, and raced down to the horse pen where he always follows Randy when he is home.  I can't mention Randy's name too much, or Chance starts whining and lays in such a pitiful way with his head down on his paws.  I know in those moments just how he feels.  Randy makes everything so much fun.  It is such a sorrowful look he gets on his face when he thinks of missing Randy.

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He Pitched a Tent for the Sun

 

Psalm 19

New International Version (NIV)

For the director of music. A psalm of David.

^1.  The heavens declare the glory of God;
    the skies proclaim the work of his hands 

^2.  Day after day they pour forth speech;
    night after night they reveal knowledge.

^3.  They have no speech, they use no words;
    no sound is heard from them. 

^4.  Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
    their words to the ends of the world.
    In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
^5.  It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
    like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
^6.   It rises at one end of the heavens
    and makes its circuit to the other;
    nothing is deprived of its warmth.