Dreaming

I wrote this post on our recent family vacation to the beach. There's something about being near large, open bodies of water that just brings me peace and a calm to my soul. I think it's because I relate the power of the water to the power of God. This post explains the longing of my heart to be near the Almighty God. Does it speak to your heart too? If so, subscribe and join me on the journey to a closer walk with Him.


Twenty years ago I sat in this very same spot, at this very same time and dreamed of what was to come.



Life just goes by…almost twelve years old…so fresh, so young, so full of life and just beginning to wonder about the opposite sex. Things would change dramatically for me in just one short year...oh...I remember the heart of that young girl so well.

I just knew I would find love soon…and as I gazed out at the ocean, felt the sand between my toes and the gentle breeze on my face I dreamed of the day that I would have that love here with me…when I could stop just writing his name in the sand and wishing…and instead walk hand-in-hand with him…stopping occasionally to hug and kiss and gaze at the moon reflecting on the water.

I always dream when I’m near the water.

Something about it gives me a sense of deep peace and hope inside. Watching the waves roll in and out…sensing the greatness of the deep...gazing at the ebb and flow of life…I tend to retreat inside of myself…thinking…pondering…dreaming.

I think it’s because the mightiness of the water reminds me of the mightiness of God.

Revelations 1:15 says, “…His voice was like the roar of many waters.”

His voice was like many waters.

God speaks to me often…not out loud…though I believe He can do that if He chooses…but in a still, small voice I hear in my heart that I know that I know that I know…belongs to Him. Like a lover missing the mere sound of the beloved’s voice I long to have that intimate knowledge of Him. The voice of a loved one can, in an instant, bring comfort, deep peace, the joy of familiarity…the joy of being known. I want that with my Savior.

And sometimes…when I hear the waves crash against the sand and think “His voice was like many waters…” I feel it. The strength, the gentleness, the danger, the life lurking beneath…this must be what His voice sounds like.

I listen carefully…full of anticipation and wonder at the mystery of it. Feeling closer than ever to the lover of my soul my eyes close…

...and I dream.

What brings you close to the heart of the Father?