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.
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