The heavens are telling the glory of God, and the firmament proclaims his handiwork. (Psalm 19:1)
Last night my daughter and I were on our way home from a dance booster club meeting, which, if you ever want to experience something that makes you wish for better alternatives like poking needles in your eyes or lying down in a bed of snakes, go to a dance booster club meeting. Anyway, we were on our way home. It was twilight, you know, that perfect set of mere minutes when the sun is dipping below the horizon and the clouds are reflecting the light in such a way that, for a split second, the world seems right and good and hopeful. It was perfect.
I will admit that too often I race along, barely noticing what the sky looks like or even what time it is, too busy to pay attention to anything except where I am expected next or how many things I have left on my list before I can call it quits for the day. But last night, at least in that one window of time, the beauty of the horizon grabbed my soul and set me down on planet earth. It was as if God had tailor made that moment just for me.
“Wow!” my daughter blurted out. “Let me get a picture!” But a picture can never really capture a moment like that. A picture is two dimensional, and this was way more than that. It had sounds and smells and feel attached to it. It held its own unique reservation in time that passed on like a holy flitter, just as quickly as it had come to be.
Every now and again everything merges into one, and light rolls over the edge of it. Cherish those moments when you are given them, for they are speaking to you.
Published on 09/17/2018 @ 8:24 PM CDT