Whisper of Peace
Sitting alone in the damp sand and waiting in the velvety darkness as the dawn begins to glimmer over the ocean, I watch the little birds hopping and fluttering and listen to the sounds as the waves caress the shoreline. I've been praying for a miracle and for peace. I've been hanging close to God's ear and pouring out the torment and grief that have beleaguered me for a year. It feels like there is no end to the crushing weight on my heart and soul. The tears never stop and the heartache is unceasing. I've come to this edge of the world ocean side for a getaway, and for a get with God time that I so sorely need. The waves lap at the shore and the wind flows over me and whispers "peace". But peace has not come. It feels out of my arm's reach, too distant and elusive to grab hold. It's the last day of what has been the hardest year of my life. Ups and downs, betrayal, divorce, new birth and new beginnings. Each eve...