I was laying in my hammock between 4 palm trees, starring at a Buddist statue across the way on Marble Mountain, while listening to the waves crash and the breeze blow gently at the South China Sea…and the thought occurred to me. He loves me, He realllllly loves me. I realized that years and years ago he formed that mountain, planted those palm trees, and calculated exactly how much sand would be needed so I could sift my toes through it with sheer delight…how many gallons upon gallons of salty sea water was required to make it crash just like that…for me…His love.
I can’t help but think of my baptism when I get close to an ocean now. How distracted I was by Him that day…and how everything else faded in the background like a water color painting that just got splashed on… by a cup tipped over …that was soaking paint brushes. Sigh…sometimes there are absolute guilty moments of pleasure on this trip…on a beach or in a comfy hotel room with clean sheets and a hot shower…where I just don’t FEEL worthy of this calling or life…it’s just too much ya know? How can that much goodness, Love, and thoughtfulness exist in ONE being? There just aren’t words.
