Breaking Dawn

        No, I can't say I'm actually a Twi-hard fan of the whole Twilight trilogy of books or movies.  (Alas, however, I did actually end up seeing this one, but that's another story entirely).  The title pun is actually in reference to my final morning on the Lake at Annual Conference this year.  We all see evidence of God's handiwork at sometime or another, and this just happened to be one of them.  Normally, I try to jog around the lakeshore.  But, I slowed down enough that morning to watch creation speak afresh.  Earlier than usual, I was treated to a majestic sunrise over the horizon that sat the hills aglow.  Approaching the wooden bridge over the dam, the temperature variation in the water and the cool 55 degree air gave way to a dense foggy mist cascading back over the bridge and surging across the lake's surface.  As the planks below my feet began to rattle with the steady rhythm of my strolling pace, I spotted atop the bridge railing a single, plump (what i believe to have been) robin.  She was gazing out across the fog marching in and wasn't startled in the slightest as I stood directly behind her.  For a moment, I wondered if she were okay because I could almost reach out and touch her, yet she was so stoic and still.  After gazing with her, I continued across to the other side of the bridge.  Looking skyward again, I was treated to the complete opposite of what I had witnessed minutes earlier.  There, atop a utility line strung across one edge of the shore to another, was a scene directly out the memorable Pixar short, "For the birds."  There had to have been at least 80 birds, (of what species I am uncertain), nesting on the line and bending it to an obtuse V-like angle hovering just above the water.  What a breathtaking morning!  And all the while, the reverse cascade of fog rolled in off the dam dancing toward the western shore.  It was a beautiful ending to an inspiring Annual Conference and a remarkable beginning to the Sabbath.  "He looks at the earth, and it trembles; He touches the mountains, and they smoke.  I will sing to the LORD as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being."