I was driving into Cambridge yesterday and I witnessed an absolutely glorious sunset.
I’m a sunset kind of girl, myself. I witness a mere handful of sunrises in any given year, because personally, I think life starts better at noon…. With that in mind, it’s certainly not the sun coming up that fills my heart, but rather the sun going down (since I’d rather not be awake while the sun is coming up…. ever).
I’ve been following Holley Gerth for a while, as a blogger and an author. I have a couple of her books and I read each and every new post, faithfully. She’s a fantastic writer. Check her out. But I digress.
I was driving, as I mentioned… which means that in Ontario, it’s illegal to whip out a cell phone and take a picture of a spectacular sunset. Not only is it illegal, it’s dangerous. I’m not saying I’m innocent of it, but especially when the roads are snowy, it’s not a risk I was interested in taking.
So instead of taking a picture with my camera phone, I took a picture in my brain, and I’m going to try to paint you a word picture.
I crested a hill.
To the West, the sky was turning a dazzling array of spectacular colours that I’m not sure I could name if I tried. There were pinks, reds, blues, oranges, purples, grays… all of which blended together to create an almost divine glow. Yesterday had been pretty much clear ~ hardly any clouds. The very few clouds there were in the sky all seemed to congregate in the West, and they hovered just above the setting pinky red glow of the sun.
I went into a dip and around a bend, and I lost sight of the sun, though the clouds — now turning a deep shade of royal purple, were still visible. When I came back up and crested another hill, it was all I could do to stay focused on the road. I knew I couldn’t take a picture, but I had to keep reminding myself that I also couldn’t just gaze at the glory.
How clear does God have to be sometimes? I’m here. I’m everywhere. I’m in the sunset. I’m in each moment. I’m with you. I’ve got your back. I felt so safe. I felt so secure. I certainly didn’t feel alone.
God’s there. God’s everywhere. And I find a lot of times, I don’t really even need to look that hard.
Holley Gerth has us writing for Coffee For Your Heart this week, and the topic was “You’re Not Alone.” I gotta tell ya… a God that paints that kind of a picture just to put the sun to bed… He’s clearly got things to say, and I don’t think a single one of those things is “you’re alone.”