
This was the view I had as I exited Costco tonight. It was like a painting in the sky. In fact, I couldn’t help but to turn to the receipt checker and ask, “Did you see the colors behind you?” This was on a night when I felt like things are finally falling into place. The pantry is stocked, and all I had to do tonight was to return a humidifier that we hardly used and will probably never use the rest of the year. So, as I was browsing up and down the aisle, I remembered our neighbor who never leaves the house to go shopping. I called to ask if she wants me to pick up some things for her, and she gratefully gave me her list. I was happy to do something for someone else because I felt like I am finally full and overflowing. As I picked up each item, I can finally move into another state. It was one of wistfulness, planning ahead, and giving. I’m not sure how else to explain it. At what point did I get here? It was a slow process of pushing and pulling, of moving three steps forward and two steps back. I am no longer anxious about getting things done, meeting some deadline, and trying to fulfill a demand. On this day, I am content. I am reminded of what the Psalmist has said, “The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance” (Psalm 16:6).
This is a special verse for me because I have felt this many times at different seasons of my life. Right before this verse, it says, “Lord, You alone are my portion and my cup; You make my lot secure” (Psalm 16:5). I am finally giving myself space to engage spiritually and commune with the Lord. The view of the sunset is like a call to communion.