A couple times a year, my husband and I will get up early and drive 10 mins to the Atlantic Ocean to see the sunrise. It's a breathtaking sight-the sun rising out of the ocean, creating more colors across the sky than a Crayola box.
We usually sit there and talk about plans for the future. Most of the time, we are silent-just holding hands and each using the time for personal reflection.
It's amazing how insignificant one can feel in the face of the greatness of God. It is then that my faith is reaffirmed--if He can make the sun rise, he surely can deal with my minute issues.