“Jesus withdrew with His disciples to the sea.” Mark 3:7
The beach is my go-to place.
Even when I can’t literally flee to the sea, I go. I go to the place where Jesus and I can sit
and soak up the wind and waves, the sand and salty breeze, and everything else I
love about the sea. It’s the place, even
if only in my heart at times, where we talk and enjoy each other; I listen and
reflect, overwhelmed and grateful that He has time for me. The blessing of a moment of rest, even if it’s
just mental. Without it I’d be
mental!
This is one of those mornings. But Jesus drew me this time, before I had a chance to even think about my go-to place. He had it in mind. He knew what I needed. He knows what it means to me. So when I opened my Bible to this morning’s devotion, I knew He was calling me away and I needed to follow.
He.calms.the.waves.
He can calm my anxious heart. I
can trust Him to accomplish through me what I do not feel I can accomplish on
my own.
We begin Vacation Bible School this evening. We’re packing and prepping for the move to
the farm. I have dentist and doctor
appointments to get Jordan to in the next two days. When we come back on duty at the ranch we’ll
be on for two weeks. Our oldest son and
his family come in this evening from Indiana;
Christina and the kids get to visit with us while he has business in
Atlanta. And we wait…we wait for the
word from our youngest son that the kidney transplant for grandson Ephraim has
finally been scheduled, and we will drop everything and travel down to Atlanta
to be with them for the surgeries.
Lord, I am wading out today with you by my side. I am lifting my face to you and basking in
the warmth of your love. I am trying to
grasp your greatness and goodness and praise You. I feel like a grain of sand on the shoreline
this morning, small, a little gritty, yet held in Your Hand and part of Your infinite
plan. It’s a beautiful feeling, knowing
You are holding me, helping me. Thank
you for meeting me here today.
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