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//of joy//



They who dwell at the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs. You make the dawn and sunset shout for joy.
- Psalm 65:8 

During the long and lingering days of dry season, I tend to remain inside with the comfort of a fan. Within the shady covering of our house I am hidden - for fear the suns intense rays will cause me to melt the moment I walk outside.

However, the evenings provide some relief and much needed freshness to the air. The world around me begins to cool down ever so slightly. I sling my camera over my shoulder and head out for a quick walk around the wild land surrounding us. 

I quicken my pace to get to the edge of our garden for a clear view as the sun begins its swift descent from its throne in the sky. The neighboring fields and gardens burned in recent weeks are now spotted with green shoots already pushing up through blackened soil. The trees and dry brush creating a shadowy frame set against a now magical sky. 

Before me, colors intermingle in a painted mosaic of blush and violets, creamy orange, saffron yellow and scarlet streaks ablazing. It’s one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen. 

I think I’m becoming a sunset chaser. 

If a sunset could shout for joy, I think tonight’s might be shouting very loud. Reaching out its warm rays and transitioning the heat of the day into an array of floating colors. 

My heart hangs there for a moment as I gaze upon the vibrant hues infusing with one another. It’s as if I overlook a masterpiece currently in progress - a painting impressed by upon me by its sheer radiance. 

It warms me to the core. 
And I feel it. 

Joy.

There, in the slowing down of another day, I’m reminded that even in the barrenness of this dry season - beauty surrounds.

And awe of the One who creates it. 

Even the sun, who holds the heat sings for joy as each day draws to a close. And so, as I continue to capture the very last of the fading light, I’m left feeling enamored until the navy gives way to night. 

Even in the wilderness of the unknowns.
Even in the uncertainty of the night.
Even in the destruction of the flames.
Even in the lingering of a dry season day.

There is reason to shout for joy.


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