Have you ever had nature speak to you? Have you ever gotten quiet, asked for a message, and sat still until she spoke inspiration into your soul?
Yep, me too.
I am at the beach for a few days with my family, hoping to soak in the sea’s peace and energy to gain some restoration from a very difficult summer. Life has brought a lot of loss and pain lately, and it has taken its toll on my spirit. My body is tired, my soul aches, and my heart is broken. Loss can pull us under for a time, leaving us searching for a stronghold to pull us back up toward the sun.
Looking for a needed escape for my spirit, I came to a place where I feel more like myself – the blessed beach. I came with my family and arms filled with prayers for direction and peace … seeking a answers from a shoreline that I knew.
We headed to Tybee Island, off the coast of Georgia – a spot where my family held annual summer reunions as a child. I came back to a happy place, although it had been 30 years since my last visit. We traveled from Atlanta to Savannah, and I finally saw what I’d been seeking: bridges. Bridges away from the heavy mainland onto an island of light breezes and wide open sunsets. I smiled as her familiar scenery began to pass by my window.
Crossing the bridges, we traveled over the welcoming green marshes … I felt myself exhale. Aaaaah, I am here. This is where I belong. Please, God, help me find something this weekend, help some healing to begin. Seeing the breezes rippling waves over the grasses as we entered the island, I finally saw the end of the road hit the shoreline in the distance.
The ocean. The life force of the world. I closed my eyes and smiled. The children cheered from the backseat as we found our way to a little vintage cottage just blocks from the beach.
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