Saturday, May 3, 2014
He is the mountains, I am the sea. From the time I was a little girl I have felt at home in the briny air with the sand beneath me. There is something so comforting in looking out over the vastness of His glory and knowing I am so small. All my life, in times of trouble I have wanted to sit on the shores and see my fears and discontent washed away in the surf. Int times of joy and rest I have found myself pulled like a siren song to the beach. All my life I have longed to live on the shores. For the last three years I have had that chance. The ocean has been a mere half hour from my home and I have taken refuge in beach-run Sundays and the feel of the wind in my face. But this time, this season is coming to a close.
In such a short amount of time we will leave this ocean side place and return to the mountains. My man will tend the same forest that his Grandfathers did. My children will likely go to the same elementary school as their own Grandfather. We will rejoice in once again being close to family. I hope that cousins and siblings and grandmas and grandpas will fill our home and that love will flourish on the banks of the lakes which have always taken my
breath away. I pray for
friendships and community as we go.
I have always loved Montana, and we will have a happy home there. But my heart is tethered by a chain that is anchored far out into the sea. It will draw me back, and I will long for the solace of the waves. It is my promised land.