It’s on the verge of unexplainable.
Peace surrounds me. God is heart and soul close.
I’m home. Surrounded by His beauty.
It settles deep within me.
A continual deep breath in and an increasingly relaxed deep breath out.
A calm. A knowing.
A deep wordless assurance.
He is here, He is mine.
I don’t know exactly what it is about this particular spot on this great big earth, but I do know that when I am here, surrounded by cold, changeable, powerful water that gives way to shale, stone, dunes, and clinging trees, I feel God is near. One week a year. That’s what I get, to explore, to breathe deep, to feel God’s all pervading peace. It spreads out, covers me, wraps around in cozy folds, lifting me up until I know without a doubt that it is God and He is holding me.
Often the connection is so immense that I ache when it is time to go home. This spot, in my heart, is home. It is ingrained in my soul. A minute picture of the glory of heaven. This year it was different. I was sad to leave, but ready to head home. Home, where God is calling me to follow. Where He is calling me to serve. The place on this great, big earth where He is saying “Come and talk with me” and I am running, with abandon, saying “LORD, I am coming”. (Psalm 27:8)