Sunday, January 2, 2011
Thinking about the Beach
I was thinking about the beach today. It could be because it
rained and the wind blew all day. It is snowing all around us
but not on us. We hoped all day for even a few snowflakes.
But, when you live in a valley, it really has to be a freak snowstorm.
I dug around on my computer and found pictures of our last
trip. I love the ocean and I love the smell. One of the good things
today, is you can go outside and if you shut your eyes real tight
you can imagine you are at the beach. The air smells that good.
I realize I have a thing about taking pictures of fences
going off into the distance. It could be one of the few art
classes I took, (that I didn't get kicked out of because of
no talent.) We drew perspective and I loved it so much.
I spent so much time drawing like that that now when I take
pictures it appeals to me. I also think of a picture I saw once.
It was a picture of the Marriage supper of the lamb in Revelation.
It was a giant table with gold plates and the table went on forever with
chairs and a white tablecloth. I loved that picture.
I love sunset on the ocean. I love the peace and tranquility when
I am there. I love that my mind rests as I stare off into the distance.
I even love the roar and the boom of the waves crashing on the shore.
I will wait now, though until it is warmer to visit.
I was just thinking about it today.
I hope your first week, of the first year of 2011 is a good one.
I will be back at school. Vacation over. In 5 months I will graduate my
fifth student. I will only have one more student left for two more years.
My course that the Lord gave me in 1989 will almost be finished. I still
pray that the Lord blesses the work of my hands and that someday,
the Lord will tell me well done good and faithful servant. When I started
teaching my children in 1989 I only did it for one year, and then one year,
little did I know that my greatest work of my life would become the joy
of my life.
I am dragging my feet, and I am scared. How did it go by so fast?
Each day for me becomes more precious than the last. I have no greater joy than my children walked in
Blessings this first new week,