A Place That Beckons

At the beach, life is different. 
Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. 
We live by currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun. 
~ Unknown

We are bidding adieu to the bitterly cold, snowy winter.
Not sorry at all to see it in our rear view mirror.

We are packing up our Maizie Grace and escaping someplace warm and happy and comforting.

Someplace that continually beckons our hearts and calls to our souls.
A place that heals.
A place where we feel God's presence in an incredibly tangible way.

We are bagging up our sadness and stress

and dumping it in the trash can on our way out the door.

We are going to quickly adapt to becoming lazy beach bums

with sunburned noses and tangled beach hair;

squinty tan lines around our eyes,

and peeling shoulders;
wearing a fragrance of salty air and suntan oil.

We are going to spend hours gazing at the rolling waves;

doing absolutely nothing but

listen to the tinkling of the shells being pulled back into the ocean

watch sandpipers scurry up and down the beach

drink too many Angry Orchards
read piles of books

walk miles along the coast
watch Maizie explore and discover sandy treasures

 chill out with tanned feet propped up on a porch railing
watch a sherbet colored sun kiss turquoise waves.

We will not think of returning;

only focusing on the present moment with toes sunk deep in the warm, shell strewn sand

with clacking palm trees overhead.

We will tilt our heads together in love.

Walk hand in hand through the surf.

Heave deep sighs of relief.
Relax. Unwind.

Hug, smile, and hug again.

We are going to regroup.

Reconnect.
Heal.
Remember what it's like to laugh again.

Lift our faces to the warmth of God's never failing love...

appreciate how blessed we truly are...
and savor every single moment He gives us.

~  Eucharisteo  ~

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