September 1

Another day, another beautiful sunset made of oranges and pinks and mist and cloud and light.

It's funny how something so spectacular happens every single day at a predictable time but more often than not, I miss it. I can forget about it for days and weeks on end, but when I go look for it at the appointed time, I can be sure I'll find it there, doing its thing.

Just like the God who made us and who loves us in spite of ourselves.

I think that's pretty neat.