We sit here together, He and I. We bask in the sun and soak up as many rays as we can, before He is called to His heavenly duties. He brought me to this place a long time ago.
I came here a tourist, but left as a local. He opened my eyes to the beach's prominent beauty, I had never seen before. He opened my ears to His Word. He opened my soul to Him, with just a single crashing wave.
I speak with God on a regular back home, but this place is where I hear Him. Where I see Him. Where I know He walks with me hand in hand. Where I know I am one with Him. He gave me this beach, this island, to catch my full attention and mute the daily struggles of life back home.
So, now we sit with one another in the sand in glorified peace;Simply breathing the tradewinds in and out as the breeze sweeps over the beach. The waves crash as I listen to Him. He hangs the sun high as I speak with Him. Not one moment passes where I can't feel His Holy presence.
As He lets the sun slowly fall into the salty waters, He paints for me the most beautiful sky, with just a flick of his finger. The reds, oranges, and pinks swirl with the blues and purples, causing the most iridescent waves to crash. He portrays just a little of what I will see when it is my turn to join His kingdom.
I know each day here with Him is a foreshadow to my heavenly days to come. I can only smile and ask rhetorically how blessed can I be?
originally posted on thesaltlifewriter.com
Published by Anna M. Balentine