Article December 31, 2001 Issue

A precious moment on a steep hill

Even when you know things look bad, God knows differently

By J. Thomas Black Contributing Editor

I'M Sitting Here on the deck, looking across our little lake at an "Olivia sunset." When they're this beautiful, we call sunsets after our granddaughter. A few years ago, when she and her family lived close by, we all drove in their van past this spot. Little Olivia yelled out from the back, "Stop!" We thought something was wrong. But something was very right. She had spotted the sunset, ablaze with her favorite color—orange.

We haven't seen a sunset as spectacular as that one since, but the connection remains. For me, the sunset represented a creation of God that we all could appreciate in our own way. It gave us a connection to Him, as well as to her.

Then there was another connection to God. Just a few minutes ago, one of our daughters called from California to chat. The recollection of Olivia and the sunset triggered the memory of an experience we'd had when our daughter was in elementary school.

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