The Sunset Hour

I can appreciate a good sunset.  Is there such thing as a bad one?  Granted, some days we don't see them as well as on others, but somewhere, sometime, someone in the world has to be enjoying a good sunset.  We have our share of them here in Iowa.  Not much to obstruct the view.  It is relatively easy and rather tempting to think you could just keep on driving west until you fall right into it. 

The thing I find utterly amazing about sunsets is that it is not a singular event.  Just when you think it is the prettiest one you have ever seen, the colors change and tweak a bit in a matter of minutes.  You change your mind,  reconsider and think again,  now, this has to be the best one ever.  It's like God is letting you know that He will not be outdone and He's got much more where that came from. 

We are more than likely experiencing the sunset hour of my Dad's life.  There are beautiful moments.  There are changeable moments.  There are times when we dread the dark night to come.  But in all this, I feel there is a gift - much like a sunset.  We have had our chances to tell him we love him, to thank him for a job well done.  I think we have come to a place where we are not rearranging deck chairs on a ship that is going down,  but we have circled them up and decided to sit back and enjoy the view. What a beautiful sunset it is...

And in all this we know that God's love and provision for us in this matter will not be outdone. For Dad, and for us all, there is so much more where that came from.