Sing, oh heavens! Be joyful, O earth! And break out in singing, o mountains! For the Lord has comforted His people, and will have mercy on His afflicted. Isaiah 49:13
As my song of praise extends out to join that of the setting sun, I settle into the rhythm of that for which I was created. I used to longingly gaze at sunsets, trying to grasp at the beauty that seemed to slip through my fingers like dust.
Creation naturally reflects God in its beauty, and somewhere along the way, I realized that my sad sunset longing was my deep desire to live into my God-given beauty, which turns out to be my song of praise. Much of creation does not have a choice. It naturally points the rest of creation to the beauty of our Creator.
We, because He loves us so infinitely to give us free will, have a choice. I can join creation, delight in the beauty of our Creator, and touch heaven with the glorious sunset. I can fall in rhythm with the ancient harmonies breathed into the orchestra of the universe when God spoke life to the void.
We have that privilege. Creation came into being to glorify our great God, and I choose to lay down my agenda, loosen my grip on my pride-driven goals to advance my name, and to join the song.
And just like that, sunsets no longer ignite a sad longing, but they invite me into the beautiful symphony of praise to our King.