D&C 35:17 ". . . and in weakness have I blessed him."

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Early Morning on the Beach


My flip flops sank into the wet sand as the chilly water from an incoming wave crawled up around the edges of my feet. At 7 a.m. the beach was empty except for a few eager surfers. There was something new and pristine about this early morning setting. Something life-giving. 

The vastness of the ocean stretched out before me, all the way to the horizon and back, in a kaleidoscope of blue ripples and white-tipped waves. Sandy blonde beaches, punctuated by lanky palm trees, framed the water's edge.

I took a deep breath in, hoping to savor the moment. It was my last day of vacation and I wanted to take this beauty home with me. When the cold and dark of winter sets in; when the hectic schedule of raising four kids overtakes me; when I hesitate to get out of bed; I want to remember this scene.

I want to be able to close my eyes and be back on the beach. Back to the invigorating chill of the waves greeting my toes. Back to the bother of the early morning breeze unsettling my hair. Back to the visual feast of endless sea and sand. 

Back to the refreshing sense of renewal. 

And the peace of just being.

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