At the end of the day

Even at the end of the most tedious day, somehow, I never go to bed thinking that life is unbeautiful in the least. My whole week was a drag. Getting up at unearthly hours of the morning to go to work. Not having consistent quiet times. Doing hard and dirty physical work daily. Being tired all day every day and working through it all. All this might have made me think that life is dull.

Yet for the stresses of the day, God surprises me every evening with a glimpse of His glory which I look forward to daily. How the sun gives its grand finale for the day and illuminates colors and arrangements which artists endeavor their lives to copy.

Not a single sunset is the same as the others. Some are more simple with few or no clouds and the color of the sun gives testimony to itself. Yet others (my favorites) have clouds gloriously reflecting the rusty colors of the sunset while they yet retain a haunting body of deep blue. The rays of the sun illuminate the farther away clouds and form a visual paradox of watery bodies appearing to be aflame. Such beauty inspires laymen to long for words of poetry and thus creates poets.

Sometime in the process of adoring the masterpiece being painted before my eyes, I forget about how dull my day was, and somewhere in the distance I see a beautiful future coming about through my hard-fought day. Someday, I will reap the rewards of my hardships. I hope to have a wife whom I will get to love and honor. I hope to have children whom I will get to teach in the ways of God and who will bring a simple joy to my life. I hope to give sacrificially to my family and to my church. I hope to enjoy many more sunsets and always be reminded of the future I will have with my God.

Did I say my week was dull? How clumsy of me. That is a flagrant lie. My week was not unbeautiful at all. No, life is very beautiful indeed. God has blessed me with a very beautiful life.