I live in Sunset Hills. It is aptly named. I am thankful for such a beautiful place to live and for the amazing sunsets we see when we drive home from work on days like today. Isn’t this awesome?
His Spirit made the heavens beautiful.
Job 26: 13 NLT
The heavens are beautiful. But on a regular basis I am so caught up in my life that I don’t stop and appreciate them. The colors: pinks, blues, oranges, purples. The clouds: dark, puffy, angry, skittering. The silhouette of the trees against the majesty of God’s masterpiece….it all adds up to a spectacular view just waiting for me to discover it.
What else am I missing?
Tonight, on this sixth day of Lent, I took the time to stop, breathe, and look around. I noticed my husband’s gorgeous head of silver gray hair (young ladies these days pay big bucks for what he has naturally). There was my son’s beautiful, crooked smile. And the way my soon-to-be daughter-in-law looked at my son like she is the luckiest girl on earth even though he was snorting down a taco like a pig that hasn’t eaten in a month. Love is also beautiful…and possibly quite blind.
I am a blessed woman. I am a grateful woman. I get to live in Sunset Hills with some of the best people on the planet.
The day is done, the sun has set,
Yet light still tints the sky;
My heart stands still
For God is passing by.
–Ruth Alla Wager