Turquoise Sky

Early in the mornings as I travel to work, I start out and it is very dark.  Too early even for the sun.  Morning begins to break as the dawn takes hold of the day.  I travel east and I get to see the day begin. 
Colors that only live in Gods coloring box.  Hues of red and silver lined clouds of gold begin to shine in a turquoise sky.  Not a brilliant blue but turquise.  I often wonder is it the same color in the other states or is it because I see it over the wonderful state of Arizona.  I wonder if the desert, before it had all these cars, buildings, people, had seen such brilliant colors.  Surely it has, even more so.  For now, even though it takes my breath away, I am looking at it through smog and smoke of a country that has outgrown it's purity.
I know that one of these days my Lord is going to return to take those of us who are watching and waiting to heaven where we will live and reign for a thousand years.  But, the word of God tells me that this earth, this terra firma, that my feet now walk on, is going to pass away and there will be a new heaven and a new earth.
I want to believe that the new earth will be the way it was meant to be "In the beginning."  I want to believe that the early morning skies that wake me up in the mornings with all it's splendor, that is only matched by the mimicking evening sunsets, will be even more brilliant, more fantabulous, more breathtaking than it has ever been.
I am an imaginitive kind of person.  I like to think of God ever morning grabbing a hand full of colors like drops of paint so spectacular and walking across heaven and sprinkling them through his hands, like a farmers wife feeding the chickens, shaking colors that dissolve into the day, becoming invisible until the evening.  Or maybe He just walks waving His hand ever so carefully like a painter painting His masterpiece of the day and the colors just flow from His fingertips and He paints the world with His love. 
My eyes look to the skies in the morning, waiting in anticipation for the beauty to explode as morning awakens.  I see it and all I can ever do is say "Thank you Lord for this day.  For surely this is the day that You have made.  I will rejoice and be glad."
If God cares enough about me and those that are like me, to paint the mornings for us, then how much more does He care for you?  His word says He sees the little sparrow when it falls, that He knows how many hairs you have on your head.  If He knows these things, if they are important to Him, and He knows that the sight of a spectacular morning makes me smile, then how can you not know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He loves you and wants all good things for you?
I am so thankful that He loves me so much.  And not just for the beautiful mornings that He provides but that He gave His only Son so that I could have eternal life.
So I thank you Lord for your Son and the blood that He shed and for turquoise skies as they remind me that your mercies are new every morning.