Sunset Sermon

I hung the picture over my bed yesterday and have been delighting in it ever since.

It’s a snapshot of God’s love… sunbeams streaming through clouds in the sky… a favorite of mine. It was snapped by my eldest son after we’d had dinner together and were driving our separate routes home. But when the beauty of the scene before me simply stopped me in my tracks, I pulled over to try and take a picture of it, then called him and asked, “Are you seeing this right now?” He said yes and told me he, too, took a picture and would send it to me. His was glorious – so much better than my attempt – that I had it blown up, printed on canvas… and like I said, hung it over my bed.

It's reminder to me that God’s ever-present love is even more visible when it comes to us through dark clouds of trouble, assuring us of His constant Presence and kind faithfulness. Who wouldn’t want to be reminded of that every night before sleep and first thing of a morning?

I’m grateful that He makes the effort to remind us of His nearness, His willingness to help… when it is often easy to listen to the enemy’s voice saying, “You’re on your own, kid.”

I’m so grateful that I’m not.

"The heaves declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world..."

(Psalms 19:1-4 NIV)