Homeward Bound

I wish I had words to sum up the experience here.  I don't.  It has been a wonderful trip, and we have been blessed.  The wonders of the creativity of my Master have overwhelmed us.

It has been a fun time of simple things like searching for unique shells.  It has been a time of exquisite sunsets, breath-taking sunrises, and soothing breezes.

Even the simplest of views has amazing elements of beauty, whether in the textures of clouds, the line traced by a tree, the curve of the hills, or the blending shades of sand, water, and sky; simple yet elegant. It is the way of my Master.

The rocks cry out in praise to the Master for having been clothed in the foam of a thousand waves. I can only join them in comparative mute admiration for what I witness.

I look forward to being home, yet I will also feel the pull to this place, and these people.

It Was My Wife Who's To Blame, But I Helped Where I Could

It was a cocktail party and I don't drink.  That was the first problem.  The second was that I don't like to dress up.  But we went because we had to; part of the price for being invited to such a place.

The food was excellent, the band played soft and soothing.  I actually knew the people we sat with, so that helped.  And it was there that the  conversation happened.  It was my wife who brought it up; God, she asked my co-worker and her husband.  I chimed in on theological points, and we discussed different denominational views and so on.  It was a good conversation, and God moved them to reconsider a relationship with Him.

It was my wife who was to blame here, but I helped where I could.  I have no excuse for not running point other than that I was on the other side of the table.  But it is simply an excuse.

The food was amazing, the atmoshpere was very nice.  The conversations around us were loud, but we could still hear each other.  It was a good point to bring up the Maker of the ingredients used by the chefs.  The night was a good one.  But we still felt out of place among such "finery".

We hold the knowledge of the True Light illuminating every person coming into the world.  And yet the soft lights barely illuminating our food got more attention.  We spoke of Him to others, and the Master Light blessed.  It was not our favorite venue, but it was where He placed us.

But the new day shows up, and the water beckons.  We begin our day with a prayer and searching Scriptures.  It is a good day, begun well.  Will we serve our Master today?  Will I?

I've had my swim and my coffee, so I have no excuse of being sleepy.  It's another beautiful day in a paradise by the sea.

Views From Within The Beauty

Beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder, it is also in the eye of the Creator.



Perhaps the colors I see are only pale shadows of what I will see in heaven, but I truly enjoy the approximation here.  It is still the Sculptor of delicate petals and the Painter of vibrant colors I have to thank.  He is the One presenting these things to me, showing off, but the One who should be.

Is the color beneath the waves any less vibrant?  It's as if the very water itself glows with color and life.  Again the Sculptor and Painter presents His work, only this time we had to dive for it.

The closest approximation of people and technology just cannot touch the vibrancy of my Master.  How can I not point to the wonders of my Master and praise Him?  But how do I do it so others realize the beauty and think to praise?  I try.  That in and of itself will go a long way.  It could be that my Master will make up the difference.

The Sea and Tranquility

I am forced to spend the next three days much as you see me here. The waves roll loudly to rush the beach. The wind rustles the palm fronds. It lulls me to serenity.

But this is simply the stuff my Master adds to the best human creatures can make of His creation. The resort is wonderful. It is a beautiful setting. But it the elements only my Master can add that bring serenity. So I find my life, in many ways. I do the best I can with what I have of His creation. But it is, again, the elements on He adds that enable a serene experience within that creation.

So once again, my Master grants me peace. Yet not as the world gives peace (or tries to), but His peace; the peace He enjoys Himself. I am truly blessed.

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