I love to sit on my porch in the evenings. Especially after a hot, sunny day. The sun dips lower and the light slants across the trees, sharpening the green and gilding the edges.
I think this must be the gloaming time. The time when God walked with Adam in the cool of the day. What might they have discussed in the hush?
The blue sky begins to turn pink and the gilding moves to the clouds. The trees become shadows. A soft breeze cools the air to pleasantly comfortable and I settle into my chair with a contented sigh.
God is Companionable
This may not be a walk in the gloaming, but God’s Presence is here just the same. I sometimes imagine that He sits in the chair next to mine.
We may talk.
We may be silent.
But all is well.
One night I sat on my porch and gazed out into the dusk, toward the valley. A great dark shadow caught my attention. I thought the large wingspan indicated an eagle, but the shape was wrong. Then I saw dangling legs that might mean a blue heron. Not that I could see color.
The bird flew around a tree, then suddenly disappeared.
Did he become part of the tree?
A branch wiggled, so I looked there. All I saw were tree silhouettes. And all was still. Where did he go? The sky darkened, and I did not see Mr. Heron again.
It made me wonder about what is hidden, in plain sight, in the shadows. What we perceive may not be what is true at all. Anyone passing by would think that just another tree stood there. Yet, a great bird sat high up in the branches of that tree—motionless and undetected.
God knows what’s in the shadows. Night is like day to Him. Mr. Heron was never hidden in the sight of God.
Neither am I.
Neither are you.