Friday, July 8, 2011


When was the last time you watched the sunset? Oh, it's a beautiful sight!

A couple weeks ago there was a terrific sunset! While to the west it was beautiful, the real jewel lied in the east. Huge heaps of pink cotton candy clouds hung suspended in the sky. Delighted by the crisp outlines that gave the clouds true dimension, I couldn't remove my eyes. The enchantment only revealed more beauty. As I gazed at the lovely scene, I saw sparks fly through the clouds. As the lightning kicked her wild legs, I couldn't think of a better way to end the day. Breathtaking.

On the fourth of July, as the sun sunk to kiss the horizon, the fiery orb was as red as the stripes on our flag. The backlit clouds were gray, outlined in dazzling pink and golden hues. Straight above the sky was as blue as ever, to the east a majestic purple began to reveal a star or two, and to the west the blue melted into a yellow-orange. Magnificent.

I remember one that occurred this spring. It bathed the world in pink. My friend, Lizzy, and I dashed outside when we realized it. While neighboring houses blocked the view of the actual sun, the sky above us was beautiful. The clouds must have been made out of pure, solid (and yet soft at the same time) gold! The whole area was awash in a light blush. That sunset... phew... My one word for it is this: Delectable. Just as delectable as the hot, rose-bud tea we were drinking. :)

What a way to end the day. If you had a horrible day, week, month, year... sometimes all you have to do to forget is step outside at dusk, place yourself where you have a pretty clear view of the west, and wait. Just wait. The breathtaking views can only reflect the promise that tomorrow will bring. And as the moon slowly rises, you know that though the sorrow may last for the night, the joy will come in the morning. And to herald that joy, to let you know that it is coming, the sunset will sparkle. Sunrise, sunset. Constant. In this haywire world we inhabit, there is some things that will never change, at least not until the end of this earth. And when that end comes, as Christians, we have a new promise. Life everlasting. Eternity with our Lover. Our Creator. The one who paints the sunsets.

"The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.

They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.

Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.

It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.

It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth."
Psalm 19:1-6


  1. WOW!!! AMEN!!!!!!! HE IS SOOOOO SPLENDID! Oh the brilliance and majesty of his art. He composes a phantasmagorical masterpiece of art from every possible angle, then as the clouds shift and morph, he recreates the scene again and again! What a wonderful father he is!

  2. Oh my goodness, I need to use that word tomorrow! :D Phantasmagorical. Hm. I like it! :)

    I totally agree. It's so exciting. God is so cool!