It felt like we would never get there…the drive was endless. Traffic jams, torrential down pours, and various other deterrents kept getting in the way. Exhaustion ensued many hours before the 17 hour drive was over.
Finally around 11:30pm, we arrived. The vacation could officially begin. We had finally arrived at the beach; my favorite place of all places. We quickly unloaded the car, and I could hardly wait to walk out to the ocean.
Ah – at last – there it was in all its splendor…just as magnificent as the last time I gazed upon it…maybe even more so this time.
The odd thing was that as I approached the ocean, my spirit quickened. I felt nervous. My heart felt weighted down – I wasn’t sad – I just felt heavy.
The lighthouse was aglow with its light flickering across the ocean. The moon was so bright; its light dancing across the water. I felt like I had just stepped into a magical movie set. The air was still except for a gentle breeze that lightly caressed my cheek. I quite literally felt like I was in heaven. I felt like I had entered God’s throne room – the Holy of Holies.
Genesis 1:2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
Magical, serene, beautiful, raw, vulnerable, naked, unashamed – these are the words that described my emotions and feelings. It was magnetic really – my sense of belonging there – our spirits intertwined, dancing to the melody of the breeze as the night was beautifully illuminated by the moonlight. I won’t soon forget that night, and I eagerly await the next dance and the next time I will get to feel my heart soar like that!