In all of the beautiful things...

As the time of day began to steal the natural light from my room, a beautiful sunset was offered as a non-negotiable trade. And what a beautiful sight. I had to see the sunset through a smudgy glass window with the interference of several trees and a building. If I chose to not look, I would have been ignorant of such an amazing event occurring 180˚ from my line of sight. If I wanted a better look, I could have walked outside, despite the biting cold whispering in my ear that it isn't worth it. But what a sight that would have been.

Isn't that just what God is like? Sometimes we don't even notice God, maybe because we don't always choose to look. Sometimes we see God through the smudged windows and tree branches of our lives, which seemingly blemish the character of God such that He isn't worth a second glance. But if we're willing to fight against all the things that resist our journey towards a more beautiful existance, it will always be worth it.

Such is the nature of relating things to God... the analogy breaks down, in that a sunset will never compare to Him. Still, it seems that a bit of God is in all of the beautiful things.