Playdates with God: Beginnings


This morning, the super moon is hovering over the sound but the ocean pulls me like a wave. I sit in the sand and wait for the sun to show her fire. The earth has a briny scent here on the rim; I pick through a heap of shells that tinkle like glass when the tide passes through.  
The water is a living thing—writhing and undulating to its own music. I stare into the deep wells of blue. The sky above me yawns and in its open mouth I see the first tongue of flame. Hold out your hands, I hear her say, and I will spill this glory. But I know I cannot hold onto this…it is too wild.
Instead, I pick up a Jackknife Clam shell and write the names of ones I love in the sand. They are whisper-prayers over the churning waters but it is enough. And when the lover-sun spills her glory and the water catches on fire I begin to sing.
And this new day has begun. 
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us:

  
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  1. lindalouise says

    About this time of year I begin to yearn for the ocean. Your words brought a bit of it to me Laura. Miss you. Hope you’re having a glorious time.

  2. Alicia Bruxvoort says

    Oh, this is a holy moment you shared with us, friend. And nit makes me yearn for the ocean from my home landlocked by cornfields and trees. Hope the rest of your day was as beautiful as it’s start.

  3. Jody Ohlsen Collins says

    That super moon was something to behold. Thanks for sharing the moment with us, and for the blessed song.

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