I am out early most mornings, walking or running, and often meditating at the same time. This morning, I looked to my left and saw the most gorgeous sunrise through the trees. It was barely coming up, but the colors were incredible.

My first thought was, "I need to run home, get my camera, and take a picture of this." Then a voice inside me said, "No: turn around, and enjoy that sunrise now." I watched it develop. It had amazing pink-orange colors in it, and was so brilliant that it cast its hues into the clouds in the west as well as in the east.

And then I thought once more, "If you hurry home, you can still get a picture of it," so I started running again. Less than thirty seconds later, I turned around and it was gone, replaced by dull gray skies.

That moment was just for me. It was there to be enjoyed, and just as quickly, it was gone. I might never have stopped to enjoy it. I wonder how many other moments God has in store for me that I may miss, simply because I'm too rushed or hurried.