Whenever I read Madeleine L’Engle {usually I pick one to read during the summer.. I’m on my THIRD already!} I get this overwhelming desire to go off alone for BE-ing time. From the deepest parts of my soul, I feel restless and tense with the thought of sitting inside and being distracted by the internet or my phone or distractions.
Friday was starting to look like this. My favorite TV show, my favorite snacks, and a puzzle of kittens.
and then I looked outside and wondered how many more beautiful days we have before the air turns cold and my face starts getting itchy {cold weather makes my face hurt}.
If I ever complain about where I live, hit me. You have my full permission to full on punch me if I ever complain about living here. I don’t think it’s going to happen, but just in case. The northwest is beautiful. I live close to the Columbia River, and though I walk on the path near the river, I wanted to touch it and to be surrounded by the sound of the waves coming in and out of the shore.
Not to be all Pocahontas-Colors-of-the-Wind, but a great sense of my smallness comes when I am close to creation that I normally think of as life-less. But the water has life, it is moving and creating change and being changed. Water knows the Lord. Jesus proved that when he told it to calm itself. All of creation – not just  mankind – responds to its Creator. Sitting by the water reminds me of that. I am more important than the water, surely, but we are both the product of the same Love.
