I think we all have a place where we can grasp tightly to the hand of God. Creation always beckons us to His heart. For some the mountains may display His majesty but for me it is the ocean.
Breathing in the salty air and feeling the sand between my toes is one of my most craved for moments. It is cathartic to a life that so easily carries burdens it was never meant to hold on to. So, I wait restless and long to stand at the water’s rough edges and feel its cleansing wash over me.
I am never disappointed.
As vast as the ocean lies in the horizon, I am reminded so are His promises for me. The very same promises I too easily lose sight of in my daily moments.
He hasn’t changed at the ocean’s edge.
For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will replenish.
Always grateful for:
Vacations at the beach
Sunshine and rain
Fresh South Carolina shrimp
Coffee and a sunrise