Catching a break at the end of my ministry year, I headed out for some much needed rest. I escape to the coast. It is my respite. My sanctuary, solace. I sit in the cleft of a rock. I am hidden away in the solid fortress of my God. The Lord sustains me. He is my Rock. I come to the ocean a desert. I feel each wave crashes over my parched soul. He is replenishing me. Pounding His love and grace over me. It is not my work that defines me, no
the seagulls nest
otter on a warm rock
I am a child of God and my ability comes from Him. He protects me like a Mama seagull guards her nest, he makes me lie down like a sea otter on a warm rock. He restores my soul.