Writing a blog, consistently, takes discipline. It also takes a little bit of hubris – to think that you actually have anything to say that other people would want to read. While I certainly don’t lack in the later, I have been WOEFULLY deficient in the former. I try to console myself by rationalizing that “I’ve been busy” but, if I’m honest with myself, I know that I could find the time – if I wanted to.
In the meantime, an old friend of mine (and by that I mean I have known her for a long time, which also means, by default, that she is OLD) posted a few things on Facebook that I wanted to share here. I asked her for permission and, since she does not suffer from the same lack of humility that I possess, she said, “Sure, if you post it Anonymously.” So here is one – and I’ll find the other one and post it soon. The title wasn’t hers, but you can’t have a post without a title!! So I made it up – and I’ll also share, in a follow on post, my comment back to her after I read her post – which partly explains the title as well . . .
Seeing God, at the Shore and Everywhere Else Too
This week I have been a beach dweller. One of my most favorite things to do is to pack up my family and drag them to the beach. I have trained most of them to enjoy this experience, and others not as much.
Many many years ago when I was walking through some really hard times, my soul found peace where the waves meet the shore. It was a crowded spring break trip with millions of people but I was so alone. I was sitting on the edge in so many ways. The edge of all consuming grief, the edge of adulthood, and the edge of making some pretty big life decisions.
I went to Daytona Beach for all the normal 17 year old reasons. Most likely, I was hoping to meet a beautiful boy to take away all the pain and whisk me away to happiness. What I found on that edge though was much better. Many moons ago I sat at the waters edge and let the peace of God fill my heart.
It was the beginning of a lifelong journey. Looking in the rear view mirror, it’s plain to see that God was calling me to Him. Of course, I am a terrible listener and a slow learner. But, as I said it was only the beginning.
It’s been over 30 years since that trip to the beach. Still today, my soul craves the shoreline. I sit and I listen and I surrender. Many years later I have finally realized what draws me to this spot. You see, the vast and powerful crashing waves shows me two things that I never want to forget. I am so very small and my God is vast. I realize how many years I wasted trying to make myself bigger and the peace has been found in my smallness.
I ran across this devotional this week. It was so powerful and spoke to my heart.
The Sacred Romance calls to us every moment of our lives. It whispers to us on the wind, invites us through the laughter of good friends, reaches out to us through the touch of someone we love. We’ve heard it in our favorite music, sensed it at the birth of our first child, been drawn to it while watching the shimmer of a sunset on the ocean. It is even present in times of great personal suffering—the illness of a child, the loss of a marriage, the death of a friend. Something calls to us through experiences like these and rouses an inconsolable longing deep within our heart, wakening in us a yearning for intimacy, beauty, and adventure. This longing is the most powerful part of any human personality. It fuels our search for meaning, for wholeness, for a sense of being truly alive. However we may describe this deep desire, it is the most important thing about us, our heart of hearts, the passion of our life. And the voice that calls to us in this place is none other than the voice of God. (Ransomed Heart Website )
May you hear the voice that calls you.