Thanks to the generosity of a dear and wonderful friend, Suzy and I got the heck out of Dodge during the convention and traveled to Pawleys Island, SC. Y’all know how much I love beaches and the ocean. Nothing calms me more than the sound of waves pounding against the beach.
We all have a special place in our lives, for me it is a beach, just about any beach, but Pawleys is something special. For others the special place can be in the mountains, and for a few it can be the hustle and bustle of New York or Chicago.
As I walk the beach I lose myself in the ocean lapping at my feet and ankles. I am able to hear the questions that stir my soul, and to ponder what the future has in store. Despite the roar of the waves only a few feet away, I hear my thoughts louder than in a quiet room. God nudges me to become that person I was always meant to be. The golden setting sun highlights the horizon of my life and encourages me to complete those remaining tasks yet unfinished .
It is tempting to walk out into the ocean and never return, but the tide calls me back to shore to those I love and obligations yet unfulfilled. On my walks, I pass families at play, people fishing with really no plans to catch anything, surfers, and husbands and wives holding hands as they bask in the warmth of the sun. There is no violence at the beach, no labeling or bullying, and especially no hatred. For if there is one thing that the beach means to all that visit it is peace. A peace that cools like the ocean breeze, comforts like the sun, and is constant like the tides.
Yes, beach time is a small glance of heaven.