We were playing Liverpool Rummy when mom called to tell me about the sunset which she could see better from her house. It was a ball of gold with gold lined clouds around it. The eight of diamonds went into the discard stack as I left to get my camera.
I had to walk out into the back of the yard, nearest mom’s backyard, in order to get the best glimpse of the gold-red setting sun. In just a little time passing, I suppose what she had seen had already dissipated. But what we got to see was still stunning.
And, of course, I had to take a look on the other side of our oak.
So much in life is so fleeting. A moment here and there and we’re here. A moment here and there and we’re gone. There is a poem or something that circulates about the dash. (See the link for Linda Ellis, author of the poem and her website). How do we live between the dash — the date we’re born and the date we die?
More importantly, what choice do we each make about our eternity? About what Jehovah God has provided should we call upon Him and be saved? Saved from what? His wrath and eternity without Him.
Sunrises and sunsets are in the middle, in our dashing and darting … aren’t they beautiful? Akin to taking time to smell the roses, taking time to see a sunrise or sunset is so rewarding. I’m so thankful for the beauty that surrounds us and so look forward to things beyond my comprehension … that God has prepared for me since I chose to accept His love and gift of salvation. What about you?