The Painter of Sunsets

I wrote a few days ago that “My King is the painter of sunsets.” I was in the moment– on the way home from work, the trees were ebony silhouettes against the oranges, pinks, and purples of the evening sky. But last night when I put the thought in context with what I have frequently called the “Something More” I realized the full truth and beauty of the statement.

My understanding of the Something More is that it is the universal recognition that beyond the grandeur of life– beyond sunsets and sunrises, beyond the birth of a child, beyond charitable acts, beyond the love of brothers and sisters, BEYOND THE GRANDEUR OF ALL LIFE– there is something deeper. It is the very essence of existence itself. It is greater, bigger, better, more than we could ever comprehend.

In saying “My King is the painter of sunsets,” I was saying more than I could verbalize at the moment: I was saying, “Look! Look at the enormous beauty of this sunset. And my King is bigger and more beautiful.” My King is more than a sunset.

-Amanda