West Texas Sunsets

Peace... is seeing a sunset, and knowing who to thank.

Anonymous

Since I was a small boy, I have enjoyed the sunsets of West Texas. Though I grew up far away from Texas, my parents were both raised there and we went back each year to visit my grandparents. There is something about the gold and silver skyline when the sun sets on the plains. Add a windmill to the foreground, and it just seems to complete that which God has already perfected. I don't know how many times I viewed such a sunset as we drove across the Panhandle of Texas, but I never grew tired of that sight. It's hard to put into words, but somehow it just feels like home.

When Carolyn and I were first married and living in Wyoming, we would often come back to West Texas to visit her folks. Her Dad grew corn, and I loved to go out to the farm in the evening when he checked the progress of the irrigation. The sound of the water gurgling down those corn rows on a still evening with the sun setting in the distance seemed like paradise to this city kid - and it still does.

Tonight, I sat on a quiet back porch with friends and family and enjoyed another beautiful West Texas night. And now, as I reflect upon this evening and the years that lay behind me - filled with golden sunsets and countless windmills,  I realize how truly blessed I have been. 

I realize something else, as beautiful as the memory of those sunsets are to me: I know that I have yet to see the true beauty that awaits us all in our Heavenly home. And I know that as wonderful as this life that God has blessed me with has been, it cannot compare to that eternal life that He has just waiting for us all, if we will just live for Him.

And, while there may not be West Texas sunsets in Heaven, I am certain that there will be something even more beautiful and more peaceful in the home that He has prepared. I can hardly wait to see that place, but until then, I guess I will just have to be content with the beauty and splendor of the sunsets in the West Texas sky. Aren't we blessed!

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. 

From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised.

Psalm 19:1; 113:3, NIV