"God meets us in the stillness of our souls.
It is there that he seeks to commune with us."
- excerpt from "Jesus Calling"
Car loaded with luggage and snacks.
Pointing the car toward the warm breezes of Florida.
Driving past meadows and prairies,
hills and mountains,
walls of stone spouting waterfalls,
with little Garmin
(fondly called"Road-duh")
leading the way.
It is there that he seeks to commune with us."
- excerpt from "Jesus Calling"
Car loaded with luggage and snacks.
Pointing the car toward the warm breezes of Florida.
Driving past meadows and prairies,
hills and mountains,
walls of stone spouting waterfalls,
with little Garmin
(fondly called"Road-duh")
leading the way.
Two 12-hour days of driving and our eyes see
the causeway.
My heart beats faster
knowing that the hot sun will soon spread across my shoulders
as I press my feet into shell-filled sand.
The island main street is a welcome sight
holding the promise of slow moving, stress-free days ahead ~
if only for a little while.
Our sweet little cottage with a screened porch overlooking the ocean...
and a charming little room that would ensure nights of drifting off to sleep to the sound of the ocean waves caressing the ocean's hem;
with the ceiling fan clicking softly overhead
as we sweep sand off our feet before tucking them between covers.
with the ceiling fan clicking softly overhead
as we sweep sand off our feet before tucking them between covers.
Making our way up sandy paths past beach grass, sea oats, and sea grape
tossed by the salty breeze
for early morning walks together.
Mornings broken by a foggy mist
rising above palms.
Mystical, moody, and mesmerizing...
turning to days of brilliant blue.
Always in the company of tern and seagulls...
our feet churning through warm sand;
thighs burning after miles logged.
Seashells offered up by the ocean and scattered along the shore as far as the eye could see.
Discovering sandy micro-worlds
and collecting seashells with holes and rough edges ~
giving up secrets of time spent under the waves.
Footprints and paw prints leaving untold stories in the sand.
Bare toes and brown shoulders.
Flip flops and frizzy hair.
Grasping every lazy thought winding through my mind
and transferring it to paper.
Sunshine, dancing diamonds, and sea foam.
An endless sugar sand beach under an azure sky.
Evenings witnessing God's glorious artistry.
A few mornings painted with stormy clouds...
changing ocean blue to sea green.
Solitaire snowy egret watching dolphins surface in the waves;
their soft dove-grey backs slick with salt water.
Spending every sunny hour on the beach...
lounging together....
next to mermaids in the sand.
Reading a good book in Coppertone scented sea air.
Holding the sun in my heart.
Watching it kiss the ocean...
and melt into a sorbet night ~
whispering on seagull wings...
"Remember me."
~ Seaside Blessings ~
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