This morning was one of those special days. As I walked toward the barn in the pre-dawn hour, I looked skyward and noticed that the moon and stars were out, but they were not as clear as usual, indicating there was a layer of thin fog clouds above the tree tops. Getting the feed out in the individual stalls, as I went to let the horses in the fog bank was slowly lowering as the light begin to grow. By the time I filled the water trough and put hay out as needed in dry weather, the fog bank was now at ground level with the light putting out a milky hue in the reduced visibility. When the horses were finally let out to pasture, the misty fog, with the cool tiny droplets visible in the increasing sunlight, made my skin cool and almost made it feel chilly. But as I walked back toward the barn to finish up my chores, the sun, now just above the treeline a few hundred yards to my east, looked like a giant sphere of golden light in the mist, not a distinct orb of sunshine as it appears when the sky is clear. The transformation, making it look so much larger than normal as it spread out through the mist, sent a message to me. It is a message as clear and the difference between darkness and light.
The spreading of the light, casting a golden aura on the entire still foggy at ground level eastern direction, told me it was message from God. The golden aura in front of me represented His warmth and love for all mankind, covering me and all who witnessed it as the offer that was given to all of us when the Savior was put to death. We are forgiven and that expansive aura of light represents His forgiveness and the promise of the Glory it represents in heaven above if only we listen and believe through faith. He offers many ways to show it to us, from the clear morning sunset over the sea and land, the gorgeous sunset as His light gives hope of its return in the morning a night of sleep in the uncertainty of darkness. It can be seen everywhere if only we believe, but no place or situation can represent it better, at least in my humble opinion, from the glorious glow of his love on a beautiful misty morn.