The trees took on a sheen; an ethereal, resplendent, almost unearthly light. Feeling the golden beacon penetrating her soul, she was warmed from the inside out. Standing in the presence of such glory was breathtaking.
She felt a gripping, almost smothering sense of the presence of God. Surrounded by the inconceivable beauty that is the sun, she could not help but think that even this splendor was nothing in comparison to the beauty and majesty of the Son of God.
In just a moment, the sun was gone. That quickly the spell was broken, and she understood. She understood that we have these moments of splendor only for a moment because life itself only lasts for a moment. The beauty of the hills illuminated by the setting sun will someday be gone forever.
And we won't miss it.
Over and out,
P.S. So sorry about missing a couple of days there. I've been busy, but this is supposed to be an object every day... not just when I feel like it. Love you all!