So now, here I am, years later, and I still think that the best place to find God is at the beach. My bags are packed, I'm ready to walk out the door, and yet, something is stopping me. Oddly enough, I think it's God.
But if God lives at the beach, and I am going there to find more of Him again, why in the world would He stop me? Why would He reach out and place His hand on my heart and say, no, not now? I thought His address was like 333 Holiness Way, Ocean Place, or something like that.
I believe what He is speaking to my heart at this very moment is this: I can be found anywhere. There is no special magical place where I dwell on earth, other than your heart, through My Spirit in you. And that should be enough.
and it is.
But it sure is hard listening to Him sometimes. I am packed. I am ready to go. And He is saying no. Most of you, like the two of you who read this, may think, um, she's crazy. God doesn't care about stuff like that. But He does. And I have walked with Him long enough to know that listening to Him, as hard as it may be, is the only choice to make at a time like this. It's not easy. But it's best.
so if you live near the ocean, please tell it hi for me, I miss it fiercely. And hopefully I'll see it again, sooner than later. But until then, I will remain landlocked here in tennessee, in hopes that listening to God is better than any pounding surf or the feel of the sand between my toes, better than the warmth of the sun, the smell of the sea air, and the joy of bounding through the water like a dolphin. He is better by far. I'm just glad I still know how to listen.
and what's next? I don't know. But I will walk by faith, and not by sight, and trust His plan will always be immeasurably better than my own.
right now, though, I'm going to Starbucks. <3
