The sea has been roaring for a few days now. High tides are pounding the beach. The surf could rival any courageous boarder who decides to go for it.
With the bright sun and high tide, we set out on our beach walk. This was one of many such treks during our repose in North Carolina. As I walk across the beach, dodging rogue waves and laughing like a maniac, I realize that my spirits are also high. Rest is reaching my soul. I feel like doing this – not because I must do it. Huge difference.
The thunderous sound coming from the ocean is never tiresome. We haven’t closed the door since we arrived. It draws my attention constantly and hence – even to sit for a while on the beach, I can simply stare at its incredible power and think about God – His goodness – His mercy – His peace – His rest. The list is quite endless….but this where it always begins with me, when I consider God and what He has done. When I am ready, I pick myself up and continue along the beach searching for shells, out thinking the waves, and soaking it into my soul on reserve for a later time, if that’s possible.
Tired, but ever so happy to be able to walk the beach, I take up my place at my observation post – my balcony. There, while having a snack – I continue to marvel at this place called earth.
With renewed energy, I’m out the door to the local grocery and score fresh scallops – so succulent, they taste like candy from the sea. We enjoy more camaraderie over dinner and more peaceful fellowship – like I can’t begin to describe. We are just in a joyful state of being.
Yes, the tides are high and yes, my spirits are high. A great encouragement to me and to the next things that will make themselves known in the not so far future. I do feel capable of making some sensible decisions as a result of this ever so brief journey. Sometimes life is like that – we need to close down the noise of the world to ‘be still and know that I am God’.