I took this photo this afternoon, as the sun was dipping toward the horizon.
It was a rare moment of peace, wedged between other moments heavy-laiden by noise, dirty nappies and projectile vomit, a blaring TV, and the general, constant cacophony of family-life chaos.
And so I sat, in precious silence, and stared at this sky, my spirit pleading to the heavens to replenish my soul with its beauty.
I decided then and there, that no matter what happens in life, and no matter where I land up, if I’m able to raise my eyes to a western horizon on a late afternoon, and gaze at a sky like this one… I’ll be all right.
I realized, admiring the gloriously wind-swept chaos overhead, that the life we exist in on earth is a miraculous mixture of divine opportunities and human choices. And it’s one hell of a beautiful mess!
As cliched as it may be, the skies reminded me today that, “the Heavens declare the glory of the Lord..” But even more than that, I became acutely aware that this glorious Lord promises to “go before me, and follow behind me” and place His “hand of blessing on my head.” (Psalm 139)
The decisions that I’m facing on this earth – although important – suddenly don’t seem so scary anymore.
Because regardless of my choices, His promise remains: He is there.
I can never escape from Your Spirit!
I can never get away from Your presence!
If I go up to heaven, You are there;
If I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
If I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
He walks the path ahead of me – the path that I choose, in my human foolishness. He walks the behind me – forever watching my back.
Whether I choose heaven on earth, or the very fires of hell itself… He is right there.