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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