My favorite space

Dear God,

My favorite space in your creation is sitting on the beach at night.  I hate the beach during the day.  No offense.  It’s crowded, hot, and sticky.  Plus, bathing suits? That’s a hard pass.  But night.  At night the crowds die down, sometimes a breeze floats over the water, and the sun begins its descent toward the horizon. 

It was well within your right to just flip the switch from day to night. No easing us into it, no 30-minute warning – just, lights out, go home and go to bed!  Instead, you make the decision to create an extravagant display of your glory - every.single.night!  Maybe not every single night, but pretty darn close.  And you could have made a sunset template with the same clouds and colors on a continuous replay loop.  But no!  Instead, you reveal your creative spirit in a new and different way each day.  May we never grow weary of marveling at this glimpse of you.

And just as the sun hits the water before resting until daybreak, a stream of light splits in three directions.  Beams of shimmering light, dancing and stretching across the expanse of sea, resembling the shape of a cross.  The artist signs His masterpiece.

I delight in sunsets.  But, when it becomes dark, only the moon illuminating the sky...that’s what my heart yearns for.  I sit on the shore, my toes sifting the sand between them.  The constant chatter in my head grows silent.  In my world, the only sound I hear is crashing on the shore over and over and over again.  There is a rhythm to it, a cadence.  The womb and heartbeat of Abba Father.  My soul rests in the promise of your waves.  No matter what is happening in my life or in the world, the sea will always rush to shore and retreat into itself again. 

Your presence surrounds me in those dark, rhythmic moments filled with intimacy and restorative power.  I feel safe and seen and loved.

**unknown photographer