Who Cares?

Alone up in the mountains last evening, witnessing yet another magnum opus sunset, an ambivalent tinge of grateful/melancholy set in.

The peaceful ‘together we stand’ sentiment of the nation I was blessed to grow up in as a child has tragically succumbed to militant ‘divided we fall’ belligerence my children now must contend with.

In the silence, I asked, “Does anybody care about anymore about anything other than their own priorities?”

As the sky caught fire, a passage from Psalms came to mind, and whispered the answer . . .

“When I look at the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?”

Psalm 8:3-4

The One who paints sunsets across the heavens is forever mindful and forever cares . . . my melancholy vanished in the radiant glow.

Keep Looking Up . . . His Best is Yet to Come!

The One who paints sunsets across the heavens is forever mindful and cares . . . and my melancholy vanished.