Sunset Breathlessness

Twas the most pure sunset last Sunday evening at the park-n-bark. Not a particle of haze in the sky to sully the golden blaze of sun that slowly dipped into the tree line about a half mile from my vantage point at the top of a set of long rolling, deeply green hills.

More than once, as I gazed at the beauty, I found myself catching my breath, gasping for some measure of understanding as to how this sight could be so stunning, so mesmerizing, so wondrous!

Holy Spirit bursts forth from just such scenery. I think He lies in wait for someone like myself, in the right place, at precisely the perfect and most holy instant, to pop out and surprise, arresting one’s processes and forcing him to stand silent and take stock. It is a deliberate connecting. Deliberate and lasting. It will stay with me. As will He.


~ by a.b.johnson on 10/16/2012.

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