The seagulls forage for food in the hurricane ravaged waters. Sandpipers hunting on shell infested baron sand-nothing but remnants of the storm to be found. Footprints of curious man cut into the beach that is sprinkled sparingly with an umbrella or two.
The sky is so forgiving, watercolor brushed clear and cloudless-a blue beyond description. My rusty beach chair is solitary on the rim of seaweed clusters and beat up jelly fish. I read. I think. I remember.
She is there with me, a grey seagull-fluffed and puffed from the raging angry leftover wind, flies low over my head and lingers uncharacteristically long, just inches from my chair, as if in a dare stare with me. Sis is letting me know that -“it is peaceful where I am.”
I am still.
I walk and gaze upon cottages-survivors, steadfast and unharmed by “Irene”…serene..and lonely and void of visitors. The pillars penetrate the sand deep and strong, holding their home proudly.
I am walking alone with God. “For in Him we live and move and have our being.” Acts 17:28 I am on an adventure of faith-finding my way to thankfulness in the midst of this hurricane called life. My faith will hold me up proudly and I will withstand “the winds of change”-I will see beauty amid the ashes.
It is God’s plan that we seek Him and find Him in the roughest wind and waves of our days here. The beach is the perfect place to feel His power and find peace in the infinite water, as it washes the sand – God washes me.
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