I don't know if anyone else feels the same way I do, but the ocean is special to me in many ways. It is the place where I feel as close to the Lord as I can be, this side of heaven. It also is the place my sweetheart and I spent our honeymoon, so it has a fondness for that reason alone, even if we were married in December!
Last weekend, we spent the entire time in a hotel on the oceanfront! I wish I had taken my camera, because the view was breath-taking. My sweetie could do without the sand, but I love it. He told me that sitting on the balcony was good enough for him. I have loved the ocean since I was a teenager. My parents would take us to NC and we would have a the best time. Of course, then I had no idea that the peacefulness I felt at the ocean was the quiet pull of the Lord. I look back and can see that He was waiting for me to see Him there, but being a teenager I was too self-centered to hear or see Him. All I cared about was getting the perfect tan!
This past weekend I couldn't escape the words of the Lord, as He spoke to me. It was such an amazing thing to worship the Creator standing on the sandy beach. I could sit on the beach all day if I were allowed, totally engrossed in the beauty of it all. As we walked the boardwalk, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a lady dancing, with her little girl, to the music on the boardwalk. Now, several things about her struck me. She didn't care that people were watching her. (She very well could have been "lit", but it doesn't matter.) I heard the Spirit say -Oh, that we would all worship the Creator, King of all Kings totally not caring what other people thought of us! I thought on it later and remembered that King David danced before the Lord and exposed himself while dancing, much to his wife's disapproval! The second thing was, she was teaching the little girl to do the same thing! And again I heard the Spirit say- Oh, that we would teach our little ones to worship the Lord this way? Ouch!
Several weeks ago, I scolded my littlest for jumping during morning worship time. I was singing on the platform, doing my normal count (I count to make sure that all my children are in the worship center), she was sitting where my things were and the other children sat with friends or nanny. The music begins and I see her stand up on the pew, because she could not see me when the adults in front of her stood up. I'm thinking, "Ok, I can handle that, but she is alone." I'm watching her and she starts dancing on the PEW! The last pew before the aisle! I had a fear run through me like no other. I was singing and trying to get my friend's attention at the same time, wondering where on earth my DH was! All I could see was her falling backwards and hurting herself! She didn't fall and it all turned out OK. Still, after the service, I scolded littlest and told her that it was very dangerous to jump on a pew. Don't worry I assured her that she could jump and dance with the music anytime, as long as she was on the FLOOR!
Such a beautiful sight, and I took a mental picture of the two of them, dancing care free on the beach. Even now as I see them in my mind's eye, it brings tears to my eyes. It looked like heaven! We may not be able to worship totally care-free here on earth, but when we get to heaven....we will!
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