Last night, after Myer was sound asleep in his cozy crib, Ezra came inside from playing with his daddy and invited me up to the roof to watch the sunset.
It was Chris' idea.
(This is why I love this man so very much.)
If there's one thing I've learned about Oklahoma, it's this: IT IS FLAT HERE. There are amazing sunsets almost every night, but if you are anywhere near trees or houses or MOLE HILLS, you will never see them, because the horizon is obstructed from view. You have to be in a tall building or at the edge of a large field or lake to be able to see the horizon off in the distance... to see the sunsets.
Or, as I learned last night, you can just climb up on your roof.
Sunsets have always been important to me. When I see a sunset, I am reminded of how creative God is... and how generous He is to hang such art above our heads every evening. It reminds me that He is good and that He sometimes makes things for no other reason than the fact that they are gorgeous and He wants us to enjoy them. Sunsets didn't HAVE to beautiful, after all. For all practical purposes, they could have been nothing more than the sun dropping blandly out of our view. But the colors! The clouds! The warm, ebbing light and the lengthening shadows! The growing deep of night and the cold stars cutting through!
It gets me every time.
I plan to enjoy many more evenings up there from here on out. I'm learning sometimes you've got to search out the things that bring you life... Sometimes you've got to climb a little bit higher to reach the amazing things going on right above your head.
All you need is a heart that desires to see it.
That, and... maybe a ladder.