QUIET MOMENTS: RED SKY
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This morning, I woke way before the sun.
I was up because of pain — a slipped disc in my back that’s been stealing my sleep. But as I sat with my tea, doing my Bible study, I looked up and saw something that stopped me cold.
The sky was on FIRE.
THE MEMORY
I took a quiet moment to watch as the fire exploded across the horizon. And instantly — like it always does — I was a little girl again.
The sun is setting in the field. My dad is hunting me down from my adventures, calling me in for the night. He lifts me up onto the big round hay bale, stands beside me, and recites:
“Red sky at night,
Sailor’s delight!
Red sky at morning,
Sailors take warning!”
His voice is almost too quiet to hear. Then he begins to tell me about the stars — the Big Dipper, Venus — how sailors once navigated by them, how the sky tells stories if you know how to read it.
THE TEARS THAT DON’T FALL
Instantly, I’m back in my kitchen.
Water fills my eyes, but the tears don’t fall. I smile instead. It’s a little bittersweet — that ache of missing someone while feeling grateful you had them at all.
But that memory?
It’s mine. Forever.
A coveted treasure I take out in moments like these.
(And the first time I’m sharing it.)
PAIN TO GLORY
The bittersweet quickly turns to gratitude.
You see, I wasn’t feeling so great this morning. My back hurt. I was tired. But instead of staying focused on the pain, I was able to see glory through the pain.
God woke me early so He could shower me with love.
Through a fiery sky.
Through a memory.
Through a reminder that He is present — even here.
Even — especially — in the hard moments.
THE CONVERSATION WITH BEAR
A few days ago (pre–back injury), I was driving Bear to school. A ritual I’ve grown so grateful for, because with our crazy schedules, these quiet moments together are few and far between.
In that moment, I was moved to ask her:
“Bear, are you on fire for the Lord?”
“Yes,” she said.
(Don’t you just love those pre-teen one-word answers?)
From there, we talked briefly about what it means to be on fire for the Lord — the good fire, the light — and how that fire can be used to ignite light in others, not destroy it like some fires do.
FULL CIRCLE
And suddenly, it all felt connected.
So here we are:
Dad → Me → Fire in the sky (God)
Me → Bear → Fire in the sky (God)
This morning, during tea time, I woke Bear a little early for school. We sat on our front steps and watched the sky on fire together. We talked. Took pictures. Gave thanks.
And as I quietly sat back down to drink my tea, while Bear ate her pancakes — all the while surrounded by God’s glory, His fiery love — I thought:
My Red Sky memory with Dad has now become mine and Bear’s Red Sky memory too.
Stories ARE Our Legacy.
What memories did you create today that will become stories for tomorrow?
Please share your most treasured quiet moment ritual. Do you have any Red Sky stories you’d like to share? I can’t wait to read them.
Yours Truly,
Princess George
Together, Stories Are Our Legacy 🎈