I often retreat to the sea. It’s necessary in my vocation to retreat… even when you think you don’t need it. It’s off season here at the beach. That means when I go on walks along the seashore, nobody else is there.
Every day at the beach is different. Something new washes up. It seems like it happens in groupings. Today it’s crab shells with yellow polka-dots. Yesterday it was white shells. The day before tiny crabs with blue polka-dots. And the first day, there was a huge abandoned buoy on the shore. Today it’s gone… washed back out to sea again.
The coast becomes holy when you are alone: the expanse of the ocean, the vastness of the sand, the power of the wind and waves. It has to be set apart in purpose. And the purpose of all this isn’t me…or you. The purpose is from God’s limitless…
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