I hear the soft melodic roar before I open my eyes. My mind reluctantly releases the comfort of that altered dreamlike land of sleep and focuses on the comforting endless soft roar of waves caressing the beach. I remember, I am on an island. I hear the muffled voices of my children throughout the house as they stir in expectation of another day of life on an island. I walk to the sliding glass door, still in my cotton gown and open the doors to the cool morning breezes stirring the island inhabitants to life. The white sand and pounding waves beckon me to come and partake! God knew, I think, when He created beaches with soft white sand and the constant beating of waves against shore, that there would be those of us who would find comfort and renewing of our spirits by spending hours or days just watching and listening to the life and sounds of the beach. Even after just two full days of waking to the warm sunshine, the playfull seagulls, and the quiet strength of the sand and waves, I find my spirit finally relaxing and the creative juices beginning to flow once again
Writing – showing you, not just telling you!
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"About you"? It is hard to declare any one thing or even a few things that would be of any interest to anyone! I love God. I know that I am His child, and I waver between being totally overwhelmed with His love, grace and mercy in my life, to being overwhelmed with how fast life is passing and how bad a job I have done at living this life He has given me. I often wonder if anyone else is out there walking around trying to act normal (which, if I may insert here, is really a relative term to everyone...what is normal?). About me? I am complicated! I love God with all my heart and want to serve Him with all my heart and want to do something important with all my heart and yet, this life I live everyday, doesn't seem to line up with that. More than anything - I want to be a published writer. I want to have the time to go to places that are surrounded by the sound of crashing waves and breezes and just listen. Or, to sit on a deck of some remote cabin and listen to the whisper of God's voice in the trees. I wonder.....I wonder if those moments will ever come? View all posts by dana2day
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