There is something special and invigorating about watching the sunrise of a new day. It speaks of promise, hope, future, a plan, and joy in each and every rising.
Being an early riser has afforded the privilege of seeing sunrises daily. So accustomed to them, I feel I have lost the best part of the day should the sun rise before me.
The most special time is on Easter morning. Sitting outside watching and waiting for the sun to break forth on that most glorious of all mornings. Easter morning. The tomb is empty.
He is Risen. He is Risen indeed!