With the gentle depression of the camera button, my husband Ken framed the sky, lake, and dock sporting two side by side chairs…capturing the sunset’s afterglow. I imagined sitting there holding hands, absorbing the beauty of the setting sun…encircled by its afterglow…while lake waters lapped the dock and cicadas sang their song.
Such pictures awake a longing for repeated peaceful afterglow evenings. However, that is impractical as sometimes storms obscure the setting sun. Obligations pull at us. And leisure eludes us.
But that doesn’t erase the longing to linger in the afterglow of precious, joyful times.
Thankfully, there’s hope even in stormy, changing times.
Come. Listen to Psalm 91: 1-2, “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.’”
Many years ago, the storms of divorce rocked my boat badly and it seemed it would capsize. But the Lord promised to never leave me. This changeless One was in the boat with my young son and me. We clung to Him as the waves threatened to overwhelm.
We rested safely in that secret place lingering in the afterglow of God’s presence. Selah