Ever headed off in pursuit of a sunset?
The response was emphatic. So off we drove to our local hill, The Wrekin in a race against our rotating planet. The hill is ascended from the north east, as a rule and so we walked in shadow as the darkness descended around us and we feared that we might miss it. As we got higher, we could see the colours beginning to richen up but you never know at what point the sun will lose its battle to stay with us and sink so low that it can no longer play upon the clouds.
We saw it all develop and die in around ten minutes, then it was gone! As the last of the orange cream ran out of the sky, we were joined by a puffing and panting man who approached the summit with shoulders hung low. "Have I missed it?" He asked.
My boys, oblivious of sensitivity to the disappointment of others, proceeded to describe what had happened five minutes earlier in technicolour detail. We left this poor guy on the summit with his thoughts and journeyed back down.
Thank you Lord.
We were at it again. I looked out of the window at home and announced to the boys "It's going to be a good one, shall we go?"
The response was emphatic. So off we drove to our local hill, The Wrekin in a race against our rotating planet. The hill is ascended from the north east, as a rule and so we walked in shadow as the darkness descended around us and we feared that we might miss it. As we got higher, we could see the colours beginning to richen up but you never know at what point the sun will lose its battle to stay with us and sink so low that it can no longer play upon the clouds.Today, we were so very blessed with the most wondrous of sunsets. The pics are OK but they can never truly display the colour or the vastness of the sky. A watercolour artist would, in fact, do a better job than an average camera in the hands of a less than average snapper.
We saw it all develop and die in around ten minutes, then it was gone! As the last of the orange cream ran out of the sky, we were joined by a puffing and panting man who approached the summit with shoulders hung low. "Have I missed it?" He asked.My boys, oblivious of sensitivity to the disappointment of others, proceeded to describe what had happened five minutes earlier in technicolour detail. We left this poor guy on the summit with his thoughts and journeyed back down.
What struck us was all those we met who were coming down, on our way up. They were leaving with either little idea or care that a fantastic, heavenly display was taking place right behind them. We may miss much as this life just passes us by because we do not notice what is happening all around. We may miss opportunities and experience disappointment and trial. All the more important that we appreciate those good times when we are blessed with something special.
For me, being a Christian, I thank God for the precious time I have, the sunset I was so privileged to witness and especially for those entrusted to me who He destined to share it with me, my boys.
Thank you Lord.
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