The Setting Sun - Page 3

With the sun setting before me, I dialed his number ... and after a lot of tears, I let go of the guy I had waited for all of my life.  There I was, betting all I had on the fact that the sunset before me was the product of a creator, and that the Holy One of Nazareth was the only thing that could truly fulfill the heart within me. I had finally crossed the Jordan to where my heart had always longed for -- a home that existed not of this world but somewhere past the Setting Sun.

And as the sun slipped into bed, I gave the last bit of my heart to Jesus.

But it was he who had given his heart first. Opening his arms as wide as they could go, he hung there on the cross, declaring his love for all those who would seek him. A love that is so deep and so eternal that it is written across the sky.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” –Psalm 19:1

“So that from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, you may know there is none like me, I am your God and there is no other.” –Isaiah 45:6

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