Glory Revealed
I had to leave the kitchen three times last night to walk out on our deck and gaze at the sky. After a day full of rain and clouds, the sunset was spectacular: The purest blue contrasted with clouds that glowed pink. Colors in a film of humidity that looked like I was viewing them through some sort of filter that caused everything to seem brighter, closer, and more magnetic. I was pulled to the sunset. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I remember feeling the same way about five years ago: when I watched the sun set over the north ridge of the Grand Canyon. I've never seen a sun go down so slowly, so beautifully. Every ten seconds, the colors changed, the mood changed, and I drew a deeper breath. And though I was enjoying talking to friends and taking pictures of our feet dangling over thousands of feet of rocky hole, all I could think was, "Lord, how amazing you are. And I bet you do this every night." I was pulled to the Grand Canyon. I couldn't take my eye