5:30 am. I roll over on my sleeping pad and look through the open doors. Pinks, oranges, purples, yellows, and blues fill the sky. Each morning I am reminded of the magnificent creativity of the Father. He paints the sky every morning and night leaving me in awe of my Creator. Theres never been a sky that has looked the same. Each one is unique and personal, and I love His intentionality. Here’s some photos that only capture a little glimpse of the beauty.