I love sunsets, I love sunsets a lot. I share photos often of them.
I try to catch and watch them as often as I can. The more of them I see, the more they mean to me.
The beauty of them is obvious to many. On any given night, when that sunset’s beauty is above it’s normal picturesque self, photos of the sunset from every angle hit social media as people everywhere catch that same sunset from a different angle.
I think sunsets are such a powerful testament to how beautiful and wonderful our God is. God is truly the greatest artist. Psalm 19:1 says that the “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.”
But aside from that, there’s so much more to it – to me, anyways.
No matter what happened during any given day, no matter the trials or the tribulations that began, the storms that climaxed, the trials that just continue to go on and on – no matter what the day brought forth – God painting the sky with that sunset reminds me in such a beautiful way that He has everything in His control, and that in just a few short hours the sun will rise again.
In just a few short hours, there is a new beginning.
Every day is a new beginning to start fresh. Circumstances, storms, trials, seasons; sure, they don’t start over every day, you may be in a season that is lasting days, weeks, months or years – but your mindset, your approach, your perspective, the way you take those on – mine anyways – is fresh, every morning.
God is always faithful to wake me up with a fresh perspective.
Psalm 30:5 declares that there may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning.
No matter what season I’m in, even if it’s the highest of highs and great blessings met me throughout the day, when I wake up, it’s a fresh start, it’s a new day, it’s a new approach to whatever is going on.
That sunset reminds me that all of that is on the horizon. That sunset gives me hope that in the morning, I’ll see things from a fresh, and likely proper, perspective. That things will get better. Often times we are our own worst enemies and our mind’s play such insane tricks on us.
Deep breaths don’t work for me. Counting to 3 doesn’t do anything. Sometimes my heart is so hardened, the pain and wound is so fresh from what this world throws at me that even prayer and diving into my Bible doesn’t let my heart and mind pivot over to that proper perspective instantaneously. But that morning sun that is so close to rising already as it is still even setting, and knowing that the only thing more sure than that sun rising is God’s faithfulness, does something for me. I’m grateful for that.
I’m grateful that God is in control. I’m grateful that the battle is the Lord’s. I’m grateful that even when I lose perspective, God doesn’t. I’m grateful that no matter what I talk myself into, I can’t convince God that those crazy thoughts are true. I’m grateful for reminders like one of my favorites from a best friend and pastor of mine reminding us that God’s faithfulness towards us never changes.
Even when we don’t believe Him, even when we doubt Him, even when we’re not even walking with Him the way we should, His faithfulness towards us never changes, it never seizes, it’s always there. His promises are not predicated upon our performance. His promises are based on His faithfulness and His perfect will. They have nothing to do with us. Our faith is not the source of God’s blessing.Dave Tomasso, August 2013
I love sunsets. I love seeing God’s beauty. I love knowing a fresh start is on the horizon.
I’m grateful for that.