I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God, it changes me. -C.S. Lewis
There is something peaceful about escaping to the sea. To the shores where your troubles wash up, and wash away in the quickness of the waters edge. Today was a day that I needed to feel him more than other days. I wanted to feel his presence. I needed to see the beauty that lay at my feet. And I did, I saw him in the bright blue skies that mixed with the raging hurricane swiftly moving in. And I saw him in the joys of my dogs as they ran so freely while exploring such a new place to their experiences. I watched as my 13 year old princess transformed into a puppy-like-spirit running and jumping through the fallen trees on the seashore. And I watched my little man who is scared of his own shadow, explore what laid in front of him as if fear had left him in that very moment. I saw the erosion of the shores where things had sadly died, but was still left to make one of the most beautiful places even when the very things that were meant to last, didn’t. I saw new things blooming in the brightest shades of green and I felt him whisper words of encouragement and peace in the wind rushing all around me. Be still he says, and so I did. I spent a lot of time talking to my father… Upstairs. I opened up my bible and just started reading. No particular place, no particular book mark. And I came across Lamentations 3:22-25. It reads “Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is your faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I hope in him! The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks Him.” In this quiet moment I am reminded that I am his before I am anyone else’s. Life is not always easy, it will never be all rainbows and butterflies. Somedays encompass a pain that paralyzes the mind, soul, and body. There are days and chapters that you wish that you could just skip through, where we could bypass the tough parts of life and the tears. But then we would miss the most special lessons, those days that transform us into who we are supposed to be. These are the days that become some of the most extraordinary. These are the days that teach us and grow us no matter how badly it may hurt. The days that tug on our heart strings so tightly that we feel as if they will shatter us into a million little pieces. And then we keep fighting. And we are reminded that it’s his strength that will hold us tight through all of life’s up and downs. Remembering to trust always in him. Remembering that everything is for his greater glory. I’ve never met a strong person with an easy past. Goodness I am so thankful for these quiet little moments in the middle of his majestical creation. It’s as simple as that. I thank God for these opportunities. When I cry out, he answers. In more ways than I could ever imagine. The storm can be just as beautiful as the rainbow. We must honor them both.