My Favorite Place

There's just something about the ocean. It's the way the sky reaches down into the water, the horizon an infinity of blue and the sun winking back at itself a thousand times.

The waves whisper of a power held back and I marvel that this rippling expanse is but a rain drop in God's hand.

The salt of the ocean visits with each breath of wind, blowing back the intensity of the sun's touch.

It is my favorite place.

The feel of it. The view of it. The sound of it.

Palm fronds dance overhead to their own musical rattling and it makes me smile.

I feel perfectly empty and full, taking in the way God seems to say something in each little detail.