I’m taking my truth in small slices these days, looking for the narrowest places to land. And here is one: this beach. It is gorgeous. The cliffs add color and interest, the harbor is just around the bend, the next point along the California coastline is visible just up the way a bit, and the seaweed is almost gone.
Even a tiny window into beauty is healing me right now, just a little peek, now and again. Beauty and gratitude are the only cures I know for a broken heart, and mine is in about a million shards these days.
So I walk.
Usually, my husband comes with me. We choose from a list of about a dozen walking routes around our town, most of them beaches, and take a vigorous 45 minutes almost every day. Just moving our bodies lifts our spirits. Couple that with beauty on every side, and the recipe is complete: heartbreak momentarily assuaged. Thank you, Jesus.
And that, my friends, is the truth for today.
Yes. Thank you, Jesus. In a post I’ve scheduled for this coming week, I allude to the difficulties we lived with in August, the month before the hurricane…recognizing that it was my desperate need for sunshine and fresh air and beauty that lured me out of the comforts of an air-conditioned house, even in some of our most oppressive summer days. And I’m so very grateful. “Creation sings the Father’s song…”, and it’s a song of love and grace. xoxox
I look forward to reading that, Patricia. Hang in over there on the far east coast, and I’ll try to do the same here on the west, okay?
Beauty and gratitude . . . Oh, how far these can go in mending our hurting hearts! Wish I could join on that amazing beach, too. 🙂
Blessings, Diana!
It is an amazing beach, one of several along our city’s coastal edge. Come and enjoy sometime, Martha!