While walking the aged shore, I ponder the words of an old friend.
"God lives at the beach," Caroline had once said.
I had never heard that before but concurred without hesitating. She is wise and practical; if she says something is so, it must be.
With toes now squishing in the wet sand and hair whipping in the salty wind, I drink in the ocean's glorious aroma. Heaven probably smells likes the beach. For a minute or two, I p'like that I am in heaven. It's been awhile. But, my childhood game of playing like something is that really isn't comes back quickly. It leaves me peaceful with myself and all the world.
I look out over the vast body before wading in just a little. The sound of breaking waves is both powerful and comforting. So is considering the steadfastness of the tides. Have they ever ceased in their highes and lows? How deep is its depth? Where does it end? People who do math might easily figure these. But, the dimensions are greater than someone like me can fathom let alone figure.
I'm okay with that really. The ocean in all its splendor and greatness is but one of the oldest creations; not the Creator.
Wading a little deeper, pieces of an ancient psalm come to mind:
"When I consider . . . the work of your fingers . . . which you set in place . . . what is man that you are mindful of him?" (Psalm 8:3,4)
More ancient pieces follow:
"God created man in his own image . . . . male and female . . . . he created them." (Genesis 1:27)
Night approaches--my family will wonder where I am. As feet pad to dry sand, I once again ponder the words of my friend . . .
I am amazed that you remembered that! I truly believe it because He reaffirms it to me at least once every year. I love that He lives in me and in my home and in every place that my foot ever treads, but the beach is one of His homes that I do love the best. Yes, we will be there in a few days and my heart has already begun to beat a little faster in anticipation. I always think He will have something special for me when we meet on that sandy space. And He has never disappointed me. This year I am sure He will remind me of you, my dear friend, as we walk and talk. And I will treasure every one of those thoughts! You are a precious blessing.
ReplyDeleteThanks my friend. It is amazing how one's heart will beat and skip over the thought of being at the beach; mine sure does.
ReplyDeleteAnd, may your trip be as restful as mine.