I don’t deserve it, I could never earn it – but at the end of each day I am given the gift of a spectacular light show in the western sky. This display is always beautiful beyond belief and it’s free! All I have to do is to look up. My breath is taken away and for a few moments I forget whatever trouble and pain the day has brought my way. Disappointments disappear as I am treated to a display of vibrant colors, clouds etched in light, all on an everchanging canvas of bright light and brilliant colors, which fade into softer hues, brought forth as the light lessens and dusk approaches.

Every sunset truly is a miracle amid the mundane of the day. Every sunset is a gift from God, one of His many good gifts that He bestows every day on the unbelieving and the believing alike. I always think I will never see a sunset as beautiful as the one I am currently viewing, until tomorrow’s sunset appears and I am awed all over again. Sunsets are inspiration, they are reminders of God’s infinite glory and creativity. Sunsets are my reward at the end of a long day.

And what of those days that end in rain or with clouds covering the sun, or both? Well, the sun is still setting in all its glorious splendor, I just can’t see it with my eyes. But just because I can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there. I believe by faith that there is a sunset taking place above the clouds, hidden from my eyes. Because of past sunsets, I have hope that I will witness future sunsets. I simply have to remember to look up and witness them.

I especially love sunsets over water, and sunrises, too, for that matter. The water mirrors and reflects the constantly changing light and streaks of color that are brushed across the sky for my enjoyment at day’s end. An old post – “the lake” – reminisces about this very thing as does the post “masterpieces amid the mundane.” I guess I have been writing about sunsets (and sunrises) long before today. Every day is full of God given miracles, if only I have eyes to see them. Sunsets are one of those almost daily miracles, that I can enjoy simply by taking the time to look up, be still and behold the magic and the majesty unfolding right before my eyes.

“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 display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens He has pitched a tent for the sun, which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, 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 hidden from its heat.” (Psalm 19:1-6)

sincerely, Grace Day