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Beach Sunrise... Light and Perspective

(Written a little bit ago...)

Cool breeze.  Hot coffee.  The smell of salt water filling the air.   Walking along the beach this morning watching the beautiful sunrise. There were egrets, pelicans flying in perfect synchrony, and the dolphin show that lasted forever. I felt as if I walked with the dolphins this morning as they followed a school of flipping fish. It was a gift. A basically perfect morning sunrise experience.

Footsteps in the sand.  The crash of rolling waves in my ears. The glimmer of the sun on the water. And I am thinking about how she always popped up next to my bed- her golden blonde curls bouncing- tapping me relentlessly on the arm and saying, “Mommy, the sun is up! It’s time to get up!” It was my morning greeting from my early riser. And this morning by the beautiful ocean sunrise, the warmth of the memory fills me with smiles. And joy.

And there’s something about the way her little mouth curved into a smile and her laugh echoes so uncannily in my four-year-old baby, Eliana. The other sisters didn’t have it. And the two of them look nothing alike. Makiah was blonde with wavy hair and big, blue-green eyes. Eliana is our Italian princess with straight brown hair, big brown eyes and a year-long tan. But there’s something about her smile and laugh. When she really laughs, it is as if I am hearing Makiah’s laugh all over again. It is a gift.

The waves are crashing on the rocks here along the coast. But I can tell you that there is nothing crashing in my soul but peace. No pain. No heaviness. No sorrow. As I remember her laugh and her morning greeting, I am flooded with nothing but pure joy in this moment. Every second is not like this, of course, because none of life is. But in the quiet- in the deep- the truth and the real stand tall.  And I feel so strongly this morning the message of Hope and Resurrection and Life that surpasses death. All death.  Soul, spirit, and body.  

Our Maker. Our Redeemer. Our Healer.  He has no rival.

Couldn't help but notice how a subtle shade of light changes the way everything looks... these pics are not edited.


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