Reflections

I almost missed it. There's a tree in the way.

I almost missed it. The man insists on closing the blinds before it's really dark outside.

But there was a small reflection, a poor imitation of the real thing. Just enough to pique my interest, so I went outside and looked. A lovely sunset, a tiny piece of the beauty of God's creation.

There are so many things blocking my view of Him. So many people doing things that get in the way. I'm glad there are reflections. Little reminders of the real thing.

Lord, thank you for the little reflections of Yourself that remind me to look beyond the trees and the blinds.

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Psalm 19:1