At The End Of The Day

My old roommate from Montreat came for a visit this week. She and I both left Montreat after a time, but certainly have some fond memories of that season in our lives. Her degree is in journalism (Pen State) so I shared with her about my 'blog-spot' block and she recommended I consistently 'write what I do'. Here goes...

Today began as most saturdays do--later. Phil and I slept in and had a nice quiet morning alone, but together. Allow me to clarify. We both tend to be introverted and sometimes, we want to be around each because that time is right now, limited and treasured, but we simply need to be alone. so we have alone time together. Phil makes the lattes and we each choose our breakfast and we pray, read scripture and journal.

Since the move, I've made a point to go yard-saling. After this morning, no more! Without going into details, I'm a child hard of hearing, but when God speaks, He speaks!

This afternoon we went down to Biddeford Pool and Fortune Rocks when the tide was making its way in. The beach is stunning, no matter what kind of weather we might be having. I've often said that the mountains declare the majesty and glory of God, and the ocean, His romance. I stand by this. There is an intimacy I can find almost immediately when I go to the waterside to talk to my God. With a heavy heart and an upset mind, He is faithful to meet me.

Tonight I spoke to my sister in the faith over facebook chat; Cassidy holds a special and unique place in my heart as I have been blessed to witness her choose life in Christ more and more every year. Few words can explain it, my heart just fills up with joy. period.

At the end of the day...I can look back and I can say, "God is great and He is good". My God is great, because my sin was (is and will be) great. He is good because He reminds me of His all-out love for me in that He counted me worth-it to offer forgiveness through Christ's blood for my huge sin debt.

Thanks be to God!