I just made a discovery. I can create a blog post from my phone. And I can even voice type it. You the reader may regret that I now have so much accessibility. Thanks to kind friends Billy and Melissa, I am at the beach this weekend. While part of the party ran a half marathon yesterday at Jekyll Island, the other part ran a 5K. Everyone felt like they did really well. Considering I hadn't run in three years I was excited to finish in the top ten of my age category. And yes there were more than ten women in my age category. The weather has been fantastic. The food has been great. The company is some of the best. The vibe laid back (minus the running part.) I am extremely grateful for this weekend.
I came out this morning to the beach. It's a 0.4 mile walk through a mossy lane. The sun rise went ahead without me. It was waiting in beauty when I got there. I brought my beloved quilt that my friend Helen made me. It has become a beach sunrise necessity. Early risers at the house had the coffee ready. And I sit here on the sand in great contentment. As much as I am a mountain girl and love my mountains, there is something very soothing to my soul about the ocean, especially early in the morning..
Ever since I learned the hymn, Oh the Deep Deep Love of Jesus from a BSF hymnal, I find attempting to sing it while looking at the ocean another requirement of a beach visit. My church sings that song but they changed the tune. I haven't gotten over that yet. But that doesn't matter here just me on the beach.
"Oh the deep deep love of Jesus , vast unmeasured, fullness free. Rolling as a mighty ocean, over me." There is something about sitting in front of the ocean and singing those words that is a balm to my soul. Life is hard. There is so much we don't understand about this world. Yet I believe with all my heart that Jesus loves me. Even when things don't look the way I wish they did. And I choose to let that be enough. It's always easier doing so while sitting here on the beach. So I'm really grateful for these moments. And I hold on to them when I'm living in the muck and meyer of day to day.
Today is Peter's twenty fifth birthday. He is in jail. I have had no contact with him in over four weeks. And I don't have any more information since my last post about him. When I ttexted Helen that today was his birthday she said. "I don't think hallmark has a card for that." Pretty much sums it . I would ask that you would say a prayer for him today. It's all I have to offer him right now. And yet in the spiritual world -which is the real reality- it is everything that one can offer him.
My coffee has run out. My bottom is sore from sitting on this lump of sand. So I will look at wrapping this up. I have to head back home in a few hours. That is sad. But I am so grateful for the gift of this weekend. Peter had a birthday and I got a gift. Go figure.
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