Today I’m looking out on stormy
skies and dirty-green surf at Navarre Beach. Even the famous sugar sand has taken on a
drab cast. White-ruffled breakers and foam provide the only relief
to a dreary scene.
A strong wind has buffeted the Florida
Panhandle most of the week. Forget tidy hair-dos and full skirts (not that I
wear either). The beach flags have told the story: Go-green on Monday, caution-yellow
Tuesday, then danger-red blowing fiercely since Wednesday.
Yesterday in the bright sunshine,
the world was beautiful. Kite surfers, raced across the waves, performing
heart-stopping feats. Ah, to be young and strong like that. I can almost see
our skateboarding son, Gary, flying across the rough water on one of those
But today, we're socked in with
fog. Intermittently, heavy rain blows onto the balcony, making even it off limits.
Our company has departed and Terry is napping. There's a hush with only the muted sounds of refrigerator,
air conditioner and distant surf.
I don’t mind the silence or the
solitude. It gives me time to reflect on the fun we had with our first guests
and how blessed we feel to finally have a space we
can share on this beach we love.
It’s the perfect time and place to just be, to listen for the still,
small voice of God.
I’m enjoying my day.
What’s going on your world?
still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be
exalted in the earth!
Labels: Beach, Listening, Quiet, Rainy Days