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Bathed in warmth, my toes dug down deep into the sand. The late afternoon sky began to reflect just a touch of crimson. The waves rushed in and receded slowly back, covering over and washing the sand off my feet.
I took a deep breath and drank in the salty air that was just toying with the idea of turning chilly. I looked out as far as my eyes would allow me to see through my tears.
There seemed to be no end to the horizon and no end to my tears. Suddenly, I brought my focus back to the shoreline. I had company. A spindly-legged sea bird was standing a few inches away. He cocked his head as if to say, “What are the tears for?”, and calmly walked away.
He had asked a good question. The beauty all around me, the care that God took in creating the sand, the sea, the sky, and the bird, and the fear of the future all resonated in my spirit, producing those copious tears.
The pulsating surf’s calming lullaby and the sun rocking my back with undulating waves of warmth helped to calm my spirit. My tears were replaced with a deep, abiding sense that God, who had made all the beauty around me, was present there.
Could I hold this moment forever? I would soon leave this beach, get back in my rental car, and continue on my journey, this journey into the unknown that would include the process of sending my daughter to college.
I hesitated. I was not sure that I was ready. It was so beautiful there, so peaceful. Time, for just a moment, seemed to stand very still. As I stood up, wiped off the sand and the surf and turned to go, I took one last look. It was then that I knew, within the deepest part of me, that God and I had shared our hearts at Lido Beach that December afternoon.
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