On God's Holy Shores

Here I am. Almost 1am Indiana time and I had to write. Came back from vacation Saturday afternoon. Piles of laundry, no food, neverending dishes to be done. Meaning: back to everyday life. All the everyday things that still need to be done. So now is a good time to write. All is quiet now. I'm the only one awake.

And I remember. I remember the Gulf of Mexico. Such a wonderous body of water. Warm. Aqua-blue. Teaming with life. Seagulls laughing. Pelicans soaring low over the waves. Shells everywhere. A constant gulf breeze. So I took a morning walk. A quiet time like now but unlike now. Nothing quite so awe-inspiring as time alone with God at the Holy Shores of the Gulf of Mexico. Breathing in the warm, salty air. Taking in every sight and sound. This was our time. God and I. An unexpected rainstorm came but I knew He was there. I was ok. Soaking wet but ok. And as I looked out over the sea during the rain, I saw the most beautiful rainbow! And I felt His presence. We are standing.......on Holy Ground kept going through my mind. My shoes were off. Very profound moment indeed.