Originally written on September 4, 2019

This summer I took a picture of every sunset I saw (52 to be exact). Each one of these pictures contains a very special story. I’m definitely not a writer- but bear with me as I feebly attempt to articulate my thoughts.

These sunsets bookend a chapter for each day- some I wish I could rewind and others I only want to live once.

Different colors.

Different people.

Different places.

Different lessons.

But the same Son.

Call me a softie, but sunsets make me cry. And I think it’s because it reminds me of the constant sovereignty of a good God- because no matter how the day ends, the Son rises.

The sun sheds light, brings warmth, and makes the plants grow. We all live and breathe and cry and dance and laugh and love under the same sun. It’s one of the few things that we all have in common. No matter who you are, what you do, where you are- we all operate within the jurisdiction of the same Son.

I have begun to see a glimpse into the eternal by understanding the importance of silence and simply stopping to watch as God paints- never to be repeated again. Like a child in awe as she watches dad do the “magic” trick again and again with the same eagerness as before.

It became about remembering. Oh how often we forget! We grow numb to the beauty right before us. Let’s not underestimate the simple act of dedicating the time to stop and remind ourselves that life is about something so much greater than us.

Let’s not underestimate the simple act of dedicating the time to stop and remind ourselves that life is about something so much greater than us.

While sunsets traditionally represent “The End”- they also usher in hope and the promise of a new day.

So because of that -it is well with my soul because no matter how good or how bad-the sun always sets and makes all things new. Amen.