A simple lunch at the beach becomes a symphony picnic choreographed by God in the details of nature. Birds flit back and forth at the water’s edge. The strong smell of seaweed and saltwater storm my nose and remind me why I love the shore so much. It’s a perfect blend of sounds and smells. The fish leap out of the water, breaking faith with the moisture below to become part of airborne groups above. Although for just a moment, they transport themselves from the world of water dwellers to that of air breathers for an instant in time. Therein lies the beauty of God. Therein lie the answers to many of life’s questions.
From the grains of sand under my feet to the countless droplets of water that form the crashing waves, the Lord God has put his mark on them all. His blueprint stands behind each iteration of a wave rolling into the surf making white foam in its coming. The times in between each wave – the count – they too represent the finery of the majesty that stands in all.
There is a marked pristineness to an empty beach. In the moments that it’s unoccupied by human eyes, it’s still appreciated by the countless other creatures residing in and around it. The water is alive with life: teeming with fishes and monsters of the deep that live in retrospect to our finite knowledge of their existence. Even though we don’t see them nor know their names, we still appreciate that they’re there. We count it good even in the eyes of the vultures that glide by in air scouring the ground below for the beginning of a feast.
Pelicans have just passed overhead. They steered out of the way, as if to avoid me. I wonder if it was out of fear or because of an innate nature to steer around. Either way, their change of direction gave me great pleasure in the appearance of their forms. Now again, seven more flew over the other direction. This time they were straight overhead. I was able to see and appreciate another angle of their magnificent flying. They’re amazing creatures.
Sadly, I have to return to another part of the world for now. However, soon I will come back to this empty stretch of beach and touch once again that part of my being that is of water and sand.
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