The sound of the waves....
Like God whispering to me: I AM here... I AM here...
Last night, as all 3 of us snuggled together in the beach condo, HH said, "It's wonderful to hear the waves." Boo questioned, "What waves? Isn't that the air conditioning?" We both whispered, "Listen..." Thereupon my child's face appeared the most serene, comforted smile...a sparkle of fascination and appreciation in his bright eyes.
The drive to The Shore in season can be brutal. The 100 miles trip can take 5 hours. We decided yesterday that we would take our time. We left late, after the rush of people trying to get there by 2:00, the start of the "Saturday to Saturday" rental week. We breezed through the City, and breezed down the Shore Highway. We left the Saturation Point and arrived to feel a cool breeze and 73 degrees. We ran to the beach, started promptly making a castle, then Boo and HH ran back and forth, back and forth, playing "tag."
Then we had sushi delivered to us for dinner. Then out on our deck. Watching. Listening.
The waves.
The waves.
The waves.
The God Who Created All Things would make even the lapping of the waters in a pattern so intricate, so interesting, that our souls, made in His image, would be soothed.
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1 comment:
I so wish I were there! I mean, not THERE on YOUR balcony, but in our own place, maybe next door or down the hall. I love the sound of the waves.
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