Before turning Cloud Nine toward home, the ramblers rambled on down to the beautiful Perdido Key area for a few days. We came here with our daughter about 13 years ago, so lots of memories.
Truth is I’ve been homesick for awhile now (concerned about this and that and the other, and missing people), but I’ve hung in there and I’m glad I did.
There’s nothing quite like the sounds and sights of the ocean to calm the mind and refresh the spirit. The sea brings with it a steadfastness that can be counted on, just like the faithfulness of its Creator. It’s one of those eternal truths. No matter what month, what day, what year you travel to the ocean, you know it will be there, pounding, crashing, emptying its bounty onto the shore. I’ve spent my life loving the beach, and I never leave it feeling quite the same.
As I write, the sun is sinking in an amber glow behind a band of pine trees, leaving the campground shady and still. The Man has two steaks sizzling on the grill and I can smell their goodness through the screened window. Later, there'll be coffee and a slice of key lime pie (being reasonable can come later), and, who knows? If I get inspired I may just scrapbook my way into the night; I'm only a year behind.
Until next time, dear friends, my thoughts and prayers are with the people of Moore, Oklahoma, as I'm sure yours are. I have wept while watching the devastation that goes beyond comprehension. I'm praying for God's comfort and strength to lift up those whose lives have been wrecked, and for those who are offering time and energy to bring recovery and restoration.