Some sunsets are God’s way of saying, “This one is just for you.”
There’s something holy about moments that escape documentation. They remind us that beauty isn’t always transactional or performative. It doesn’t always need an audience. Sometimes beauty is just a gift, a whisper of God’s glory meant to stir awe in you personally. And that wonder can quietly transform the way you see, think, and create—even if you never post it.
I have an album full of beautiful skies on my phone (and my digicam). I don’t share it nowadays after lessening my social media interactions. I don’t even look back at it. I guess it’s just the habit of “sharing moments” so we capture them on our phone. Or maybe we subconsciously fear that we won’t have any concrete thing to remind us of that memory.
I am reminded again what it felt like mindlessly staring at the beauty God made — focusing and just letting it sink in.
Sometimes we take it for granted. So much to unlearn. :)