Day of Rest

7:20 a.m. Phone alarm vibrates on my bed-side table. I am up and ready to see the sunrise! I open the door and it looks like some rain fell on Roquetas last night. I make my way around the building (we still don't know why it's there) and encounter a massive amount of fog. I'm in my usual spot for sunrises but today I cannot even see the sea. I can't see the mountains above Aguadulce. I can see some orange and yellow tints to the sky but am not sure if I'll even be able to see the sun. I stand and wait and slowly see the mist start to draw back towards the horizon. I can hear the waves and suddenly I see the sea start to shine! A few boats start heading out to sea, most of which I can only hear still, and I notice that the sky has started to lose it's "sunrise" color. It has all accumulated at one spot where the sun will rise. Bordered below by gray fog, the cloud of orange seems to burst straight up into clouds and I really do not know how to explain it. All the power of the sun seems to be concentrated in that one spot and it is breathtaking! I keep my eyes locked in on that spot and all of a sudden, this sight will never get old, a burst of orange-hot energy comes creeping out of no-where. The sun! It truly looks like a gift from God in all of its colorful splendor and its ability to dissolve the fog and bring clarity and light into the morning sky. I've been trying to limit my use of the word "awesome" because in reality, only God is awesome. His works are awesome. This sunrise was awesome :) It's amazing to me as well that not one sunrise I have seen yet has resembled another.
I was reading in Judges today and what do you know, a verse about the sunrise! It pretty much explains the one I saw this morning:

Judges 5:31 "So may all your enemies perish, O Lord!
But may they who love you be like the sun
when it rises in its strength."

Pretty cool! Also in Judges though, um some of these judges were pretty brutal in their killing of the enemy kings. For example, Ehud who made a double-edged sword and plunged it into the fat of the Moab king. Then there is Jael who took a hammer and drilled a tent peg into the temple of Sisera, the army commander of the Caananites. It really is reading out like a movie at the moment!

I'm reading a book called "Walking the Bible" as well and it's about this man's journey to discover the first 5 books (the Pentateuch) by going to the sites in Egypt, Israel, Syria, etc. It is an incredible read so far - really cool to learn about all the places that archaeologists believe where this or weren't. While reading it, I've noticed how passionately I believe in miracles. They talk about the plagues, the parting of the Sea, Moses spouting water from rocks, etc. and they are trying to prove these through archaeology of some sort. To me it seems frivolous... you cannot prove miracles. Their very definition is something that goes against nature. I've always believed in miracles but until now, I have never noticed how much the miracles of the past and miracles of today actually affect me. A really cool discovery while sitting by the pool soaking up the Spanish sun :) Later tonight, off to salsa dancing and GO DEACS!