I am here, finally.
It seems like it has been so long, too long, since I have heard the waves crashing against the shore. It is a symphony to my spirit, sweet, sweet music singing over me.
Rest my dear one, for if I can manage this vast ocean I can surely take control of this life you call yours. Did I not create you? Did I not plan your days before nary a one was cast into being? Don't worry my precious one, I have it. All along I have had it, I have told you so. Why don't you know?
There are things I know and things I KNOW. There is a difference.
Book learning is easy. It is the heart and soul learning that I find more difficult. These lessons are harder, at least most of them.
That is why I adore the beach. Even with the pound of the surf and the roar of the waves, I can hear Him speak. Softly, ever so softly, His breath whispers across my soul.
I am left...
There are lessons to be learned here. Ones that shouldn't stay among the waves but ones that should venture back with me on the roads that lead to home. I am waiting Lord.
Show me your glory!
© A Sacred Longing 2009