Sea Reflections

I picture meeting God on the ocean.

I picture sitting cross-legged on the water, the sunset reflecting off the surface like a mirror.

I sit in wait for Him to come sit with me so we can enjoy the sunset together.

The sky is ablaze with brilliant oranges and reds. It looks like a painting.

I sit in wait for Him to come sit with me so we can enjoy the sunset together.

I hear the waves gently lapping on shore.

I am at peace.

He walks up to me and silently sits by my side without making ripples in the sea below.

After a moment or two of silence, I tell Him about my day.

I tell Him about my worries, my fears.

I tell Him of my hopes, my joys.

I thank Him for bringing me here.

He listens to my heart.

He knows that I love the ocean.

I am thankful that I can meet Him in His creation.

He is the best artist I know.

Tears silently flow down my face as I let His peace wash over me.

I don't deserve this kind of bliss, but my Heavenly Father gives it to me despite all I have done.

I tap the water beneath me and watch small ripples travel away from me.

I do not fear the depths below me because I knew that He is what held the ocean solid so that we could have this time together.

This is the place I feel Him most. This is the place I feel most at peace.

This feels like home.