Since I've been back I haven't been down to the beach much, it takes me all of a minute to slip on my shoes, grab my jacket and walk there. I use to go everyday, watch the sun rise over the sea listen to the waves crash and the gulls cry. But now it's not so easy to just go there, it feels so open, and empty. So exposed with nothing to block the view, so lonely with nothing but the birds and mournful whip of the wind over the water. But somedays I make myself go there, so I don't forget who I was, and what it all meant to me.
Strange... the difference between finding a quiet place and a place being lonely.
ReplyDeleteYou use to meet with Jesus on the beach. He's still there.