Where do you like to go to relax and renew your energies?
There’s a place on the rocky coast of Maine that is my special spot.
There on my beloved rocks I have hammered out difficult decisions,
renewed my focus
and restored my sense of purpose in life.
And even though it’s been some time now since I have been able to sit on those rocks
I still recall the marvelous peace I felt while there.
It was early in the afternoon when I last climbed down those rocks
to my favorite nook,
a place sheltered from the wind but where I could view the sparkling ocean;
a place where I could feel the warmth of the summer sun and smell the sea air.
That day I positioned my blanket and pillow just at the right angle
to give me comfort as I wrote and pondered.
And write I did….
I wrote out my plans for the next few months in my faithful journal,
I expressed my thoughts about so many things,
my hopes and dreams and simple prayers.
While the sun moved slowly across the sky I became lost in thought
until I discovered hours later that the tide was rapidly coming in
and the wind had shifted.
I quickly gathered my belongings and began my climb back up those boulders
but before I did
I glanced back for one more look.
A look that is engraved in my memory to this day.
As I gazed in that age-long second across the diamond sparkled ocean
with the sound of the lonely gull and the crashing of the waves
I sensed that I was on holy ground that day.
A God given place
to hear His Voice and listen to His Will.
Gentle tears of longing filled my eyes as I willed myself
to accept the ending of an unforgettable afternoon.
But I still return.
Yes, even though living many miles from the ocean
in my heart I still return whenever I remember to this place
on my beloved rocks.
Restored,
refreshed
and renewed.
Do you have a place of rest?
A place where you too can be refreshed?
Alone…. Out in the middle of the lake in a rowboat when it’s quiet and sunny and no one else is out on the water. I think of the Sea of Galilee and all that happened there, among other things.
Precious moments, aren’t they, Kathy? I pray for you many, many such moments out in the middle of the lake. Drink them in, my friend.