The long, long night is past, the morning breaks at last,
And hushed the dreadful wail and fury of the blast,
As o’er the golden hills the day advances fast! The Comforter has come!
–Jars of Clay
Now we see as in a mirror dimly, then, face to face…
It probably doesn’t show like I would wish, but I was amazed to see the whole sunset reflected in a pane of my window so that I watched it set against the backdrop of the storm that was actually visible from my red chair. It set my mind to thinking about the realities we see only be reflection now, but someday will experience face to face.