So today, God showed off…again.

Anyone that knows me, knows that Assateague Island is my favorite place to be. This particular evening, the weather was perfect, warm but not humid like we usually have in July. We sat at a table and enjoyed our picnic dinner, watching families having fun on the same beach my kids had played football. Before we knew it, we had ring side seats to the most awesome display of nature.

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The sun began to set and we were at a place on the island where our view would be perfect. My companion is a sunset aficionado. Wherever he is, he will stop what he’s doing and seek it out. It’s almost a spiritual experience for him and I’m catching on.

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He has an advantage since he lives in an area that is prone to panoramic sunsets. Where I live in Ocean Pines, the sun sets behind the pine trees, so not much of a chance of seeing much. I often text for his sunset prediction and he can usually tell how good it will be. He rated this Assateague sunset a “10” and the best he’d ever seen. Who am I to argue?

We headed off the island after the sun went down, but the sky drew us in at every turn. We pulled over to join the other cars on the side of the road and shared the next breathtaking view with strangers. Funny how God’s handiwork makes friends of everyone that beholds it. Words weren’t required as we all stood in jaw dropping wonder.

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We could have missed so much had we not slowed down and stopped again. I ask myself how often do I hurry on to the next thing only to miss the wonder that is right in front of me? Probably way more than I want to know…

 

 

 

 

 

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