We roamed the beaches of western Michigan this weekend.
Sky, brilliant azure.
Sand, warm and soft between our toes.
Breeze, clearing our lungs and minds from the stressors of daily life.
Homes along the coast empty.
Shoreline, barren of other people.
Accustomed to crowded spring break beaches of southern Alabama, we loved having the shore all to ourselves.
At the same time, I wondered how residents of the lakeside town kept themselves from skipping stones and traipsing along the beaches every chance they had.
Then I realized–even as I unwound and re-discovered the deep places of my children’s hearts shamefully and too-long neglected–much of life becomes an afterthought.
None of us intends for this to happen.
The daily grind whittles us down to flesh and bones moving in reaction to surviving the stressors which weigh upon us.
Like a room greying in evening’s fading light, life loses color and hope and before we know it, we’re stumbling around in the dark. All things bright and beautiful are hidden, swallowed up by darkness.
Until somehow, light shines in and we can see again.
Perspective brings newness.
Afterthoughts become present gifts.
And we realize, even dull flat stones on the Michigan shoreline have a story . . . a tale of beveled edges softened by the tossing tides . . . a story of sand caressing away hard corners . . .a parable of the Master bringing us back to Him.
Oh, praises–none of us are afterthoughts to Jesus Christ.
Praises–we never become too daily or too commonplace for Him.
Praises–He dances along the shores of our sorrow, joy and essence all the days of our lives.
You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
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