I spent most of today laying on the beach.
Late in the afternoon, the sun was so bright that I had to hold my book at just the right angle to keep my eyes from tearing. The wind was so fierce that on more than one occasion, I felt sure my 1980s tri-fold beach chair was approaching lift-off. The waves were so loud that I couldn’t hear the conversation of the ridiculously cute couple just a few yards away from me.
Everything combined so perfectly that I laid there wishing I was not alone. I wanted someone next to me so I could grab their hand and tell them how sure I was that this is what Christ’s love feels like. It is warm, cool, loud, and quiet. It is intense, frightening, lovely, and perfect all at once.
So unworthy, I am more grateful for the Lord’s grace everyday.
