Winter Treat

Two of my granddaughters are walking the beach at Myrtle Beach State Park in the picture today. I love that beach and having it so close by is so great. Marsha loved that beach too and picked it as a home for her ashes as will be true for some of mine. Some of mine are also destined for Camp Dennen. There is a small pond at Camp Dennen but it is not for the water that I choose that place. It was part of my calling from God and will never lose it's value to me.

I believe there is a rhythm to life and we can find it the music of the waves, but ponds don't sing loud enough for me. Even just walking on the beach with the waves beside me just somehow seems to synchronize my body with the ebb and flow intended for my life. I relax and let life move at God's pace instead of mine. Yesterday was one of those great days in winter for the beach. It was comfortable in the seventies and although the sun was not out constantly it came out and went in changing the appearance of the beach and the water each time. I had my shirt off part of the time even though the wind was howling and the waves were crashing. It restores my soul as part of God's plan for me. I think that is why I love floating in the ocean so much. That rhythm just gets in my bones and I feel renewed. I'm glad Marsha chose that place for her ashes, now I have two reasons to walk by the sea, each with it;s own way of touching me and healing me and renewing me.