Yesterday afternoon I went into Nags Head to run some errands for the church and get my hair cut. I had actually grabbed my Nikon as I left because I knew I would be out there around sunset and I haven’t had a chance to take many pictures off of Roanoke Island where we live.
Well, I’m glad I thought to do the whole camera grab thing because I was about halfway home when I happened to glance to my right and see incredible loveliness. Of course, Mr. Nikon and I had to pull over.
An hour later when I finally walked into our house, I told Steve and Sarah, “I was detoured by a sunset.”
After all these years of living with me, they know exactly what sunset detours are and they know how important they are to me. Few thing give me greater joy than stepping aside from the crazy pace of life and really appreciating and capturing the beauty God sends our way.
I mean, if I were God?
And I had created last night’s sunset?
I’d be pretty happy if a frazzled, busy, middle-aged pastor’s wife pulled off the road for a few minutes to breathe it in, to appreciate it, and to add it to her memory bank of life’s beautiful moments.