On Friday I drove Maggie twelve and a half hours to drop her off at Texas A&M (that is another post for another time) and on Saturday I drove home. As we were heading West down I-40, the sunrise was in our rearview mirror and as I was heading home, the sunset was in my rearview. I'm sure there are many ways that I could correlate that to what that drop off meant in my life, but for now, I'm just talking about sunrises vs. sunsets.
Like the beach vs. mountain question, sunrise vs. sunset it typically a great get to know you bit. And I don't know the answer to either one of those questions for me. I love the beach! I love the mountains! I love sunrises! I love sunsets!
For me, a sunrise is HOPE! When I see a sunrise, I feel hopeful. It doesn't matter what I know that day holds or what yesterday held, for a few minutes I feel hopeful.
And on the other hand, for me, a sunset is peaceful. That is the weirdest part--it doesn't matter what the day was like for me--a sunset always brings me a moment of peace. It literally washes peacefulness over me.
Hope and peace. Beach and mountains. Sunrise and sunset. I'll take them all!
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