Constant.

With each shade in God’s sky, a new day arises. Every morning I walk the water’s edge anticipating what He has planned out for my day. Over the years, I have learned to start my morning this way; praying as the sand pushes from my feet and the ocean water cascades over the footsteps I have left behind. I always try to gaze at the horizon, trying to capture every moment of the show God has portrayed. With each passing minute the clouds move and the colors change and swirl. I have to be careful not to miss one second. 

Although, I could stay on this sand forever, my career calls my name and pulls me from the beach. Throughout the eight hour grind, I reminisce on the sunrise that started my day. After the rat-race of a day I come back to my place. I come back to where I need to be. 

 This is a place where I feel at peace, a place closest to God. He gave me this place, He gave me this constant, to give me peace and keep my faith. 

Young Hearts

They quietly tiptoed past the sleeping homes along the street. With each step they were closer to the beach and further from the shared vacation home. Both giggled as they made their way over the tall dune, anticipating the sand and waves. Nostalgia swept over, reminding them of their high school-sweetheart past and how they would sneak out late at night and not come back until well after morning.

Nighttime still swept over the beach, but the roar of the ocean was just as prominent in the dark as it was in daylight. A makeshift bed, composed of an old blanket and extra flannel shirts for pillows, gave them the perfect spot to enjoy the stars. On their backs they pointed out the constellations they could remember and giggled at the ones they would make up. With each passing minute they re-fell in love with one another as if it were their  first date all over again. Here they were almost twenty years later and still they made it a point to act like kids, just to keep the fire going.

While the stars burned and the crabs scurried through the sand, they lay there enjoying one another’s embrace, hoping this moment wouldn’t end. They talked and laughed well into the morning, until they knew they should go back before everyone wondered where they were, or had been. The sun began to take over his shift, shooing the moon and stars, and reminding them of the time they planned on going back. Instead, they stayed where they were watching the sun bust through the horizon, causing a cascade of colors to sweep across the sky.  How could they leave when everything was so perfect?

Woman and Sea

Desire to beat the odds coursed through her veins. She wanted to defeat the naysayers and all the garbage they threw from their mouths. She is strong, independent, someone everyone should aspire to be like. Push the odds, embrace the fall, and rise with a keen edge, was her game plan.

She came to this place because it fueled her, gave her strength. She wanted to mimic the sea. A natural beauty that was intriguing and dangerous all at once. She wanted to be a sanctuary for people, but stand entirely on her own, just as this salty body of water. She wanted everyone to witness all of her power in an awe-inspiring way. She knew she was destined for great things. And although the battle may be hard, she would fight back harder. Like the sea, she consumed the negativity and relinquished it when she felt to do so.

The God-given strength the ocean possesses seems to rub off onto her as she struts the shore’s edge. As she gazes out onto the horizon, she knows in that moment no one can define her but God, herself, and the sea.

First Sunrise

The waves rolled and crashed along the shore. The sun peeked up from the horizon, causing the island to stir. The sunlight slowly cascaded and stretched across the white sand, giving an iridescent appeal. Shells scattered along the sand became visible,  while small crabs started back for home, not wanting to be seen. The first sunrise while on vacation at the coast, was something that could only be cherished. In this exact moment, this place and point in time, was where all of life’s troubles were thrown to the tradewinds; Content washes over and bliss settles its way in. God himself painted this masterpiece  bringing contentment and satisfaction to those who were lost in the rat-race. God’s simple act of nature moves so many with a strong, yet subtle impact.

God at the Beach.

We sit here together, He and I. We bask in the sun and soak up as many rays as we can, before He is called to His heavenly duties. He brought me to this place a long time ago. 

I came here a tourist, but left as a local. He opened my eyes to the beach’s prominent beauty, I had never seen before. He opened my ears to His Word. He opened my soul to Him, with just a single crashing wave. 

I speak with God on a regular back home, but this place is where I hear Him. Where I see Him. Where I know He walks with me hand in hand. Where I know I am one with Him. He gave me this beach, this island, to catch my full attention and mute the daily struggles of life back home. 

So, now we sit with one another in the sand in glorified peace;Simply breathing the tradewinds in and out as the breeze sweeps over the beach. The waves crash as I listen to Him. He hangs the sun high as I speak with Him. Not one moment passes where I can’t feel His Holy presence. 

As He lets the sun slowly fall into the salty waters, He paints for me the most beautiful sky, with just a flick of his finger.  The reds, oranges, and pinks swirl with the blues and purples, causing the most iridescent waves to crash.  He portrays just a little of what I will see when it is my turn to join His kingdom. 

I know each day here with Him is a foreshadow to my heavenly days to come. I can only smile and ask rhetorically how blessed can I be? 

Coastal Daydream.

Rain slinked down the pane of glass, memorizing her attention. Lost in the tantalizing drops, she dreamed of what life along the Atlantic Coast would be like some far off day. With her eyes shut she reveled in the sunlight as her hair was thrown every which way from the salty air. Waves caused the hair on her bronzed arms to stand erect with the rhythmic melody they had created. A sense of content washed over her, bringing to her attention that she was finally where her soul could call home.

A place that made the storm inside finally calm, bringing tranquility with it. gazing she could see the lighthouse beckon to the boats off the shore, calling them home, just as it did for her. in her beautiful daydream she had finally made it to somewhere in the sun. Her eyes cracked open only to find the rain still falling. A smile broke on her face as a a result from knowing at heart she would eventually come to the place of peace, to forever reside in her salty daydream.

Where I am Now. 

The sun may beat down and the sand may get everywhere, but this beats where I used to be. When I hear, “a bad day at the beach beats a good day at work,” I can’t help but smile in the honesty that line holds. In the past I wanted it all. All the money and everything it could buy. Now, I only want to be rich in experience. 

All the money in the world couldn’t buy the experiences I have had. The people I’ve met, the connections I have made, can’t be bought with money. The seashells I have collected, the waves I have ridden, and the cares I have thrown to the tradewinds just make this all worth while. 

Everyday I wake with the roaring of the ocean. Everyday I get to be where my souls feels at peace. I get to be where I can hear God speak to me. I get to be where he created me to be. 

Their Time

She gently woke to the late August, pre-autumn ocean breeze cascading into the room. The ceiling to floor curtains fluttered from the gentle motion of the crisp air. The sunlight poured through the panes of glass and danced along the sheets of the bed. As her sleepy eyes begin to focus, she noticed a coffee cup and a handmade card paired together on her nightstand.

Stretching, with a  yawn,she retrieved the card and it read: Meet me on the deck, beautiful.

She gracefully made her way from the warm covers, with her fresh coffee in hand, out onto the deck where she was surprised with a table made for breakfast for two. A smile stretched across her face. Before she knew it he had quietly come up behind her, wrapping his free arm tightly around her waist, while the other carried a tray of food. After setting down the heaping mountain of breakfast, he lead her to the table and graciously held out and pushed her chair in.

They smiled and laughed the whole way through the wonderful breakfast, simply enjoying one another. As the plates cleared and the daily, vacation morning rituals commenced, they were finally ready to make their way down to the beach. With an over-sized trio of a cooler, an umbrella, and a blanket, they were set for an entire day at the beach.

He smiled and gawked at her natural beauty and she couldn’t get enough of him as they made their way to the white sand. As the peak of the dune came under their feet, the breeze, from the surging ocean below, blew away the little beads that collected at each forehead. Blissful hours were spent searching for the perfect shells, catching waves and rays,  and simply taking in all God has bestowed on this wondrous place.

Even though the sun hung high in the sky, they made their way back to the sandy cottage to get ready for their anniversary photo shoot. The sun did them both some good, giving a natural glowing appearance. After almost a decade of being together, they figured their high-school-sweetheart romance should finally be documented with professional photos.

Smiles, laughter, and natural photogenic poses came easy to both; They made it seem easy for one another. The sun had began to set, allowing the perfect blend of hues to come together, creating a breathtaking scenery. He spun her and she kissed him with a heel popped to the sky. He slightly dipped her in the salty water and she obliged by kicking the water to the sky. Everything was going as planned and they couldn’t have produced better pictures even if they had tried.

They came together with hands clasped and lips locked, but as they came apart he accidentally slipped the promise ring, he had given her when they were sixteen, from her finger and into the unforgiving sand. She scrambled to the sand carefully sifting through, hoping one of her most prized possessions wasn’t gone forever. She was too busy to notice that he had stopped searching for the ring. He instead knelt patiently on one knee, waiting for her finally realize what he had in mind.

When she finally had the gumption to turn and look to him to see if he had any better luck, she brought her hand to her mouth in shocked amazement of his current stance.  As the question, she had been waiting to hear since they were fourteen, came out of his smiling mouth, she couldn’t help but scream her acceptance. She jumped into his strong arms and he spun her round and around. After he brought her back down to the sand, he placed the intricate ring on her finger. He also put her worrying at ease and put her promise ring, he had hid, onto her right ring finger. Her new prized possession revealed a rose gold band and a peach hued stone that was proudly placed on her appropriate finger; she couldn’t believe that this day had finally come.

Just as the sun began to sink into the salty water, they brought their lips together, reveling in the most perfect moment they could have ever imagined.

 

A Way to Get Away

Tyranny and chaos heavily hung in the air. Strong-hearted and hard-headed opinions shattered all hope. Darkness swept through, destroying everything in its path. Each blow inflicted, lit the fire more and more, and as the embers roared, so did she. Finally, she couldn’t take a single moment of it any longer and in an instant she was off.

She simply went away. As far and as fast as she could. Life wasn’t going to get the best of her any longer. Now, as the tide rolls and the breeze blows, she can’t remember what her worry was about. All the chaos that ravaged her life, was now thrown into the salty breeze to be taken to some far off shore.

Sunlight danced along the tops of the waves as she stared aimlessly into the horizon. This place brought her to a world where worries didn’t matter, being in the moment, this moment, was the only thing that mattered.

So much natural beauty encased this enchanted beach. The sun rose and fell here at God’s command. The palms swayed rhythmically, and shaded all who needed. Tropical birds harmonized with the roaring ocean, cascading a peaceful, tranquil aura.

Opinions, craziness, political views didn’t matter here. This was a place to get away. Her way to get away.