First Church of God

It’s our Monday night tradition; Brian and I arrive at Ryan’s house to watch 24.  We’re early, as usual.  The door is locked; that’s a first.  We’re well over an hour early, so that’s understandable.  Brian stays in the truck to study Spanish.  I take off for a “caminar” on Lion’s “la playa”.  It’s a beautiful sunny, warm evening, so there are a lot of people on the beach, but no one by the water.  There’s a 10 foot drop off right by the water, so my 5’8” frame is easily hidden as a walk along the waters edge deep in thought.   Slow steps…  Deep breaths…  Yes, a whole half hour of unexpected pause.  Lion’s beach is a bad spot for beach glass, but I still manage to discover a few good pieces.  As each new piece is held in my hand a specific person to pray for comes to mind.  What a refreshing time in God’s presence.  Back at Ryan’s my friends are on the la playa playing around with a frisbee.   Joining in, I continue to feel God's presence in the fun and laughter.  

Lord, I'm so thankful for moments like this where my spirit feels so free, like a floating, soaring, perfectly thrown frisbee.