Of course, I expect to encounter God at church, but in a shopping center parking lot?

After I went to the YMCA last Thursday night, I followed the same routine as always. I got into my car to head home. Flipped on the radio. Drank some water. Turned right at the light.

And then I saw the sunset. I’m telling you, there was something different about this sunset.

I tried to look away–even drove past it. After all, I needed to get home. I had supper to cook, dishes to wash.

But my car had a mind of its own that night. It turned around and circled back to the Goody’s parking lot. I got out and stood there, staring.

This is crazy. I look like an idiot.

But the sunset.

I almost forgot to breathe. I took pictures.

People stared. I decided I didn’t care.

The heavenly glow appeared to hover above my everyday world.

WOW.  What are you saying to me, God? Why couldn’t I ignore this sunset?

I’m here with you, He seemed to say. Closer than you think.

Here? In the parking lot? I glanced at a chewing gum wrapper in the street.

Especially here.

I’m in the nitty-gritty of your everyday life. Believe Me. Look for Me.

But sunsets don’t last. I can’t even see the whole thing.

Worship Me anyway. Now. Always. Forever.

So, standing beside my car in the Goody’s parking lot, I worshipped Him at sunset. “Thank You. I love You,” I whispered.

What a moment. I almost missed it.

Has anyone felt compelled to stop your everyday routine (even your car!) and worship?

“Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens…” Is.40:26 NIV

Love,

Julie