Recently, the four year-old and I were fortunate to unthaw from the Midwest winter and spend a week under the Bahamian palm trees and sunshine. While there, I was reminded again that sunrises are worth waking up for, that staring at the ocean never gets old and that there is something unique and fascinating about every single seashell that I add to my collection.
The beach is my place. It’s where I go to clear my head. It’s where I go for perspective and peace. It’s where I feel alive and where I feel grounded. It is mysterious and powerful and vast. It reminds me of how small I am and how big God is. And all it takes is stepping one foot into the sand for me to remember again how good it is for me to be in my place. Let’s be honest, warm rays on my face and fruity drinks help, too. Fruity drinks brought to my beach chair while I wait with my toes in the sand, even better.
You have your place. Where is it? Where do you go to dream and decompress? Where do you feel most alive? After a week at my place, I am convinced we should go to our places…often.
One afternoon, a storm rolled in. You could see the rain across the water. And as the sky darkened, it made the already beautiful turquoise waters become absolutely breath-taking. I had been admiring the crystal-clear water all week, but I have never seen water this shade of blue in all my life. The contrast between the sky and the water and the sand was striking. All because of the storm.
As I gathered up beach toys, wrapped with a beach towel, I was reminded again that there is beauty in the storms. They can be so uncomfortable. Somtimes, so damaging. Often, so painful to endure and even unfair. They can change our plans and wreck our day and make us mad as eh-hem, heck. I get it. I’ve been through one or two I’d rather not go through again. I’m sure you have, too.
But storms can shape our character, they take us to the edge of comfortable to show us just who we are and what we stand for. They reveal what boils over when the pressure is on. They reflect who we are in a completely different light and often, show us that we have strength, determination, and perseverance we didn’t even know we had.
Storms can make the most beautiful characteristics about us shine even brighter.
So, throughout the sunny days and the stormy one, I realized again, that there are things to be thankful for in all circumstances. All. Circumstances. There is a promise in the storm – it will pass. There is a promise in the sunshine – it won’t last forever, but when it’s gone, it will come again. The combination of both the sun and the storm reveal a shoreline that is balanced and beautiful in the midst of both.
The sunny days and stormy ones can do the same in our lives. The combination of both makes us balanced and beautiful and whole in a way that we wouldn’t otherwise be. We can be grateful for both.
Wishing you some time at your place soon …with the beverage of your choice in-hand.