“I don’t think people care about the sunsets as much as we do.”
That’s what my youngest daughter said to me last night.
I remember thinking something similar when I was a young girl. I was fascinated with whatever I saw when I looked up at the sky and I wondered why no one else talked about it. Couldn’t they see? The colors the sun painted the sky when it filtered through the clouds in the evenings. Or the bright full moon on a winter’s night. Didn’t they notice the way the clouds gathered angrily before a thunderstorm?
And the stars and rainbows and the way lightning streaked across the sky sometimes when there was no storm at all.
I hope I always look up at the sky……..in wonder……..of the One who made it all.
But when I am walking around in the world unaware of the beauty around me I pray that it gets my attention or even better…..that someone around me says, “Look”.
In response to the Daily Post’s Ooh, Shiny!.