The stillness hung softly in the coolness of dusk. There were others out, watching the moon rise over the water and the darkness gently fall, but it seemed that the night had us all trapped in spell of quiet.
The waves lapped at the shore, the smell of salt danced in the gentle breeze, the moon shone bright and almost-round. And with each moon beam that fell on the rhythmic waves, my heart settled into still.
Tears sprung to my eyes.
Since when do I cry at the beauty of nightfall?
But it wasn’t the beauty that caused my tears, it was thanks.
Each wave that lapped the shore, each silver moonbeam rippling in the ocean, was like a soothing balm on my tired and anxious heart.
I had said it earlier that day, on the phone with my mother, “I need some time to refresh my heart. Maybe Friday. We’ll get there.”
I wasn’t anxious for the rest to come. I knew it would and I knew I could be sustained in His everlasting strength until it came…but I knew I needed it.
A time to rest from the work.
A time to sit in His presence.
A time to glory in His grace.
I looked over at Travis, “I knew my soul needed refreshing…I have been praying for it, but I didn’t think it would come so soon.” God is good.
And the waves lapped their soothing balm, washing away the weariness of my soul.
And the moonbeams poured refreshment down deep inside my bruised and tired heart.
And the glory welled up strong inside me…thanks and tears.
This is glory.
This is grace.
This is Him rescuing me, reviving me, refreshing me.
He calls, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28
And while I glory in His grace and refreshing today, my soul long for that final refreshment…that final restoration.
“And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.”
1 Peter 5:10