A slight breeze ripples the surface of the lake this morning and it's quiet
except for the hum of insects and the sound of small waves lapping against the rocks.
The sun rises and everything—clouds, mist, and and a ribbon of light on the lake's surface—turns to gold.
As the light grows, a boat is made ready...
...and a solitary fisherman takes his hopes with him out on the water.
What will this day bring?
There will be treasures, if we look for them, and some will show themselves even when aren't looking.
There may be rain, but after all, we know where rainbows come from.
One thing is certain; God's mercies will be here for the taking.
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22, 23 (ESV)
