Waves of brown strands, flitting and floating... Could this wind be any stronger today? It's chilly, and my arms are covered in goosebumps. I'll give them a good rub up and down to get the blood moving, and then I'll walk on. I find myself here so often, so completely in awe of the power of God, so completely in awe of the grandeur of the ocean. The beach curves in its crescent shape with an enticing beauty. "Walk along my shores," it whispers casually.
With each step, as my heel presses itself into the sand, I'm walking further and further away. I've never known the intimacy of an ocean; I've never known the love of the tides and the salty breezes. The fog that plops down over Cape Ann. The new definition of cold. The prayer between brothers and sisters. The selflessness. The friendships.
This is not a secret message to decode. I don't have the keys to the truth.
O God, open me up to your heart!
"What a relief it is to know that I'm slave to Christ. Of all the masters I have known, I'm compelled to live this life free for you. I'm on the other side of something, I'm on the other side of something. I have a new hope, it blows away the small hopes I knew before. And at the end of the day I am yours. I am compelled. You've written on my very soul where no man can legislate the law of your love that has taken hold with your holiness and grace. There's no mistake...I am drawn and driven, I am compelled. You have written it, I am compelled. You live in me, and I can’t help myself..." Sara Groves, Compelled
When will I stop living for the feeling, and start reaching for the reality?
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i heart sarah groves
and i totally hear you.
are you still having trouble getting on my blog?
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