I’m like Zacchaeus in a tree going higher to see my Lord and king. Only it isn’t a sycamore, it’ more like some scraggly pine. Either way it holds my weight about 30 ft off the ground. I sit here in Colorado on a mountain top watching the sun rise. Slowly at first - but oh what a release of light. I am surrounded in the joy of the creator, the sound of creation beaming before me. Oh what a dreamer the God I serve is. A master painter. An artist in light. Oh praise him. He is holy, mighty, and has a beautiful imagination.