“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as if nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is” (Albert Einstein).
For most of our married life, we’ve been blessed to live in beautiful areas (I’m ruling out our first apartment in Henderson, Tennessee, that had holes in the floor and mold on the walls. But it was cheap!). We’ve lived near the ocean and now the Rocky Mountains. We’ve had the privilege of crossing over the Golden Gate bridge and having a breath-taking view of San Francisco. One of our favorite family vacations was our trip to New Hampshire and Vermont during foliage season.
Most every sunset in San Diego was beautiful. It would fall below the horizon, where the sky met the Pacific Ocean. Here in Colorado, the sun sets over the Rocky Mountains, painting the peaks with brilliant colors.
But here’s the reality: I miss most of them. Not miss in the sense of “I wish I could see those again.” I simply don’t see them. I’m either walled up inside a house or building or driving home on auto-pilot. The sunset is there every night but I’m not.
“Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law” (Psalm 119:18).