My birthday is in a few days, and Richard surprised me with a trip to the beach. I’m sitting here weeping because I’m so happy. We haven’t been since we sold our condo, and he knew I missed it. I look at pictures of it every day, but it’s not the same as being here. As I sit here writing and drinking my coffee, I hear the waves crashing on the shoreline. It’s comforting. We haven’t had a break since his dad passed in January, so it’s a welcomed getaway. I’m in my happy place, although it’s not because I’m at the beach. My happiness comes from the Lord, and I can find it wherever I am, but for some reason, I feel extra close to him when I am near the open water. He speaks to me in a different language when I’m here, not vocally, but through his creation. My feet haven’t touched the sand yet, so when he quiets me with his love and rejoices over me with singing, I will describe it to you the best I can. Find your happy place where you feel closest to God, and go there often. He wants to bless you with his presence, but it’s up to you to let him in.
The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing. Zephaniah 3:17
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