Sunrise or Sunset?

I am not sure if it was sunset or sunrise when I took this photo. My daughter can’t discern sunrise from sunset, either. She only knows sunrise and refuses to call it sunset when we step outside on some evenings to catch the sun go down.

What I do know is the assurance and hope that I received when I looked up at the sky and found the clouds in the shape of the Cross. My eyes are always searching for the signs of the Cross wherever I go but nothing is more touching and beautiful than the cross made by clouds in the setting or rising sun.

The older I get, the more I realize that it doesn’t take much to console me. It’s always the simplest things. Waking up with chirpy sound of birds, watching the sun slowly rise or set, long and slow walks into the woods, and ending the day with some quiet Bible reading. Reflections throughout the day here and there whenever I can find silence to simply remember that Jesus is there in my heart, right now, right here, at all times holding my hands by my side. I can’t see Him but I know, I believe, He is with me. I am already home in Him. It’s such a great blessing to carry through this life with this timeless truth that will see me through to the end.

My next door neighbor and I sat in her hammock in the woods. It was a warm, sunny day, perfect for a time-out in the quiet country gate away. “I wish heaven is going to be like this.”, I said. “Oh, I think it will be better.” Alice added. We both agreed that all our past pets will be there to live with us and we will drink water from the stream and it will taste sweet as honey. Animals will lounge around peacefully and we will be able to communicate with them. As we drew a perfect picture of heaven, we both knew that God had immensely blessed us with our abiding places because this quiet country life feels like a piece of heaven on earth.

So, you see, my life has been so peaceful lately and I l desired for nothing. I was so comfortably setting into this slow pace of life and seemingly unchanging routine of daily, mundane life pattern. I didn’t feel the desire to travel anywhere because I was so at home right here. But all of a sudden, an opportunity to travel for the summer is at my grasp and I don’t know what to do with this turn of an event. It’s a trip to my beloved home country, Korea. I have wished for this opportunity for so long and yet I find it very hard to leave. So many things are holding me back.