Beach front ponderings

I love walking the beach. I decided to go all the way to Pensacola Beach to avoid the Spring Breakers. Great call. It is beautiful and quiet here, mostly. It is nice weather although a bit cool. So I strolled, alone, through the kids playing, the teenagers making out and the old farts with way too little clothes on. I stopped to watch when I saw these little dots out on the water. They were surfers waiting for a wave. The waves were not cooperating completely but they were a patient bunch. They had to be a cold bunch too because that water is frigid! Most of them had full wet suits on so I am sure that helped. I tried to count them all, but the waves kept messing up my count. I think there were at least 11 or 12 of them. All hovering with their faces toward the sea. Waiting for the wave that would take them up and over what seemed like an endless lull. Some of them caught a little wave here and there and the others just kept looking to the sea with hope and anticipation, never considering that the waves might not come. I can relate to that.

It was nice to just sit and watch people. Who knows what drama may be unfolding in the personal lives of those 12 little dots on the sea. For that moment I just enjoyed being alone but not lonely. Watching people live there lives in this moment. Being OK with the moment I find myself in. I know this is just a season of my life. It is a solitary time. In the bottom of me I believe God is a just God. There are times when things seem so unfair but I still have confidence in the end that things will be made right. I just have to keep looking & hoping and anticipating it... never considering that it might not come.

Today I feel the tides turning in my life... not just at the beach, either. I am OK with where I live my life and how I live it. I am blessed to have the joys in my life that I can claim as mine. These things are mine to hold and I am not alone.