I was worried that I was too late,
disappointed that sunset had already happened,
certain I had missed the day’s sky splendor.
But I also knew I needed the exercise, because as I recently learned, anxiety is energy that needs to go somewhere, and I definitely needed to go somewhere!
My jumbled thoughts and scrambling feet rushed down the road, past the cemetery. I walked directly toward the spot where the sun had disappeared. The skyscape before me wasn’t spectacular, but it was nice, and I could feel my perspective shifting, broadening beyond my tiny (in-my-head) world.
And then I glanced over my shoulder;
to the northeast,
the sky was a show of fancy pink and gentle blue.
I surveyed the cows, the horses, grazing, heads down, every one of them unaware of what was spreading above them like a flood of glory.
I wondered how often I have been just like them.
Nose to the ground.
Focused only on what was in front of me, and completely oblivious to what was very near if only I had shifted my perspective to take it in.
And then everything went pinkest pink...
Watch for God's glory in unexpected places.
Look east at sunset.
What have you heard the heavens proclaim?