Our Boy and His Cricket

A few weekends ago we headed down to Big Sur to spend a day absorbing the sunshine but mostly to spend a few minutes with God.  Big Sur is our heaven.  Our space on this earth where both Mike and I feel as close to God as one can physically get.  The redwoods come right down to the waters edge and the beaches are filled with sea creatures and rocks with the oceans etchings covering them.  It's mystifying!  Then we drive away from the ocean up the steep cliffs to take in the view from the sky, you can hear nothing up there.  Nothing.  The view is beyond imaginable.  It takes my breath away every time.  The wind comes up the canyon and it's as though the breath of God himself has just washed over you.  We come down that windy road always feeling renewed regardless if our time up there was a few minutes or an entire day.

This view with the loss of any sound is so full of God!  You can not tell where the sea meets the sky. The picture before us is in constant motion from the ocean churning below to the changing sky above.  It is so full of His power and His unchanging love for the world and for ME!  Little ole me!  Me who sins and yet is forgiven.  Me who is somewhat scared in my own walk yet is still being led.  Me who has found strength in the solidity of God.  I am awed beyond measure at these sentences as I am by Him.  This wasn't who I was five years ago but it is who I am today and thankfully I have found my rock to steady me!  God is my rock.  My steady rock on which I stand.