I felt the weight lift the further we drove away from home.
The mountains were sheathed in fog, but my carefree heart only saw bridal garb.
Beautiful. This fading in and out of seeing seemed so reminiscent of life.
And now, as I turn my back on the typical, as I prepare for a week of Sabbath; now I feel I am seeing clearly.
With every breath, I inhale Spirit. I focus on Him, and so He is here…more real than He has been for a while.
For, in the humdrum of living, I sometimes leave Him behind.
But this week, I promise to slow down. To experience Him fully. To feel His breath on my cheek.
We drive and drive. Expectation makes the time go quickly. When we arrive, some things must be done to make our nest for a week a home.
Jeffrey places old friends on his pillow to make sleep sweeter.
But quickly, boys must get sand between their toes.
And in their hair, and in their shorts, and in their eyes…
The sun is setting behind us, but still, they must say hello to the ocean.
The sun sinks lower, light tickles water.
Salt, and sand, and sea spray tingle my skin.
Oh, so carefree.
I sit and watch.
Hear the waves sing to me. Tell Him how beautiful He is.
We are on holiday.