I’m a sleeper — the “set your alarm 20 minutes early so you can hit snooze 3 times, and then still sleep an extra 30 minutes” kind of sleeper. I’ve never been a morning person. I’d rather stay up til 1 AM and sleep til noon. But Monday morning I go to work early, tumbling out of bed at the last second, pulling myself together, pouring a cup of coffee and heading out (only opening my eyes as far as I need to in order to function) resistant to the new day blooming around me. But for some reason this morning I noticed. I came downstairs to let the dog out, and on my way past the front door I stepped out on the front porch to see what the weather was like. I never go out the front door in the early morning and I had no idea what I was missing. Where I normally see the western sky in its early morning dull-grey light, there was the east — streaked with pink and gold — sunlight sparkling on the dewy grass. It was beautiful and suddenly I was awake. Everything had that “fresh start” feel to it — as though it was coming into being for the first time. It must be like a “mini-creation” for God every morning! Where I see routine and habit, God bursts in with spontaneity and creativity. And I want to be painted into this picture — “new every morning”.