So… I decided that I would go for a walk by the light house, grab my bible and my journal because it was soon going to be back to working all day for 5 days and while I love my life, the past 4 days of “vacation” where I only had to work a couple hours every day was nice. Better get ready because who knows what the next week will bring. So I walked to this little opening to sit, and there was a woman and a teenage boy, I asked if I could sit there if I promised not to bother them, they were drawing. They said “of course”. At first I was just so in awe of the few, my feet were in the water I was journaling and the sound of the waves crashing and the familiar smell of the water was bringing me a ridiculous amount of calm.
I wanted to go in the water.
Even if it was a little chilly. Even if I was wearing my clothes (no
bathing suit). Even if that was not a
beach to swim on. Even if it is out of
my character to jump in the water with great abandon in my clothes. I remember as a child I couldn’t wait to get in the water. I didn’t care if it drove everyone nuts. I just loved the water and I didn’t care if it drove everyone nuts… let me in!
So… I didn’t jump in. I walked in up to my waist. It was chilly but it felt so good. It felt good to just relax and not worry
about if my car would get wet (I had a towel – ok I had 2), who would care that
I walked back to my car soaked, it felt good to just be free, and relaxed, and
calm. It felt good to know that God
created the water that surrounded me, and that love I have for water and that I’ve
loved it my whole life!
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