So I was on my way home a while
ago, I had a lot on my mind and was having a rough day. Then I saw something
that brought me peace. I was driving over the hill when something in my mirror
caught my eye. The sky was beginning to turn pink, a brilliant painting in my
rearview mirror. It was so beautiful I had to pull over and watch the sky
transform.
Ever since I was really little I
have loved when the sky is pink. My mom would call to me when the sky was
beginning to get that lovely rosy shade and I would run outside to watch. The
pink mixing with the blue and bleeding into the white fluffy clouds creating a
wonderful feeling of whimsy, like a sky full of cotton candy. As I grew older
watching that spectacular painting change right before my eyes still holds just
as much magic as it ever did when I was a child. I’ve seen hundreds of sunsets
over the years. Brilliant ones in the Caribbean over the ocean, ones that seem
to go on forever while flying over the clouds in an airplane, and ones over the
field on my way home; but this particular one, as I was driving home that day,
was different. This one wasn’t just another sunset.
I was upset, my plans were
disrupted again and I wasn’t sure how on earth I was going to get back where I
was supposed to be. But then I saw the sky. It was like God was saying "I
painted the sky pink for you tonight, just to make you smile. Do you really
think I'm going to let your future fall apart, just because of a few bumps in
the road?" Nope, I'm going to be just fine. Because my future is in God’s
hands. And if God loves us so much that he will paint the sky pink just to make
us smile, why would He let us down when it comes to planning our future?
As I watched the colors in the sky that
night I was reminded that God painted that sunset, and He made each and every
one of us to be just as amazing and our lives to be just as beautiful as that spectacular
masterpiece; because we, just as that sunset, are His creation. I also realized
that sunset meant I made it through another day. It may not have been easy and
there may have been a few tears, but I survived. And just as the sun disappears
peacefully beyond the horizon in a magnificent display of color, only to rise
new and fresh in the morning, so should we. Because God is holding all of our
tomorrows, and that is what brings me great peace every night I watch the
beautiful sky turn pink.
