Weeks on my journey have resulted in no blog posts. There are several discarded drafts, but for some reason they were not “right” to publish.
Here I sit at this screen wanting desperately to explain the silence, but I can’t? Days are full, busy with life and yet, I neglect blogging– the one thing I enjoy.
We have just returned from a week at Nags Head beach in North Carolina with our son and his family of four little girls. The waves were a melancholy reminder as I realized that days begin and end much like the waves on the beach–constantly, continuously, certainly–and at times, menacing.
There is no escape—from waves or days.
The only recourse is to enjoy the swelling breakers—one at a time, enchanted in the moment as it rushes to the shore, only to return just as quickly to its watery race. I have one chance–only seconds to respond to a dynamic, rippling wave, and then it is gone–never to return in the same way again.
So it is with Today.
Or perhaps there is another option. I can ignore the waves–simply walk further away from the shoreline, never taking the chance to run and race with a surging whitecap. And I have missed a moment . . .
What I do with Today is what I do with life.
Delighting in the waves . . .
Your writing always helps me see something new. I love you and Tom and I am thankful to the Father that He allowed us to know one another. His mercy and grace sees us through each and every new day. Love you, Glenda
Thank you for sharing this wisdom. It encourages me to go own and enjoy the “wave” yes, it is how I respond to the new day/everyday that makes up my life journey. Sending you a greetings from Vienna. Amy
This is so beautiful Barb… you are so talented! Love you xo
And you too. Thank you–wish we could just sit and share hearts and dreams of words. I hold you in my heart.