On a recent trip to cub scout camp with three of my four boys, many of these words came to me on my walk to and from the shower house in the 5:00 A.M. hour. When I returned to camp, I prayed morning prayer then pulled out a piece of scrap paper and scribbled the words before forgetting them…

I awoke as cool moonlight turned to golden morning. God was there.

As chirps of crickets turned to symphony of birds, as warm blood red kissed the horizon over the lake. God was there.

As I walked As earthworms slithered from the pathway seeking safety from daylight’s heat. As dew settled to dampen the dry land. As flags were raised and lowered as grass soaked up the sun as the cycle of life continued. God was there.

Through the day As men toiled and children learned As crops grew and were harvested As priests chanted praise As wars raged and battles were fought As friends enjoyed moments, God was there.

Through my day As I walked and worked and stumbled and regained footing and loved and grew impatient and wanted and received, God was there.

As warm day returned to cool night As the everlasting sun descended the horizon, to visit those in darkness and rest and return to bring The everlasting day, God was there.

As the dusk of my day approached, As my weary body laid down to soak in the rest of sleep As I sank below the horizon of life

The everlasting Son! I rested in him and awoke in His everlasting day.

My three oldest and me at camp last weekend. This was #3’s first time, and he’s been waiting years for the chance to go to cub scout camp with his brothers. It was a great weekend!