When I was younger, I remember reading the story "King of the Golden City" about a young girl named Dilecta and her relationship with Jesus. I haven't read the book in several years, but one night as I was watching the sunset, I recalled it. The sun was a vivid orange, the horizon a rich gold. The sky was painted in crisp, contrasting pastels of blue, purple, and pink. Any wisps of white cloud stood cleanly against this backdrop. As the sun sank behind the trees in the distance, it outlined their silhouettes and its rays pierced between them, like through the bars of a gate. It made me think of the Golden City and ever since then, every sunset or sunrise I see strikes me as a promise of the Golden City. The King has promised a place for me and sends the golden colors of evening and morning to remind me of the beauty of His Kingdom.
This is a wonderful image. Thanks for sharing, dear.
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