Original article from www.sunherald.com:

There are times like these when I wish that I could wax eloquent like a real writer.

My words can’t begin to describe the creation that God blew into existence with His breath. It was and is good.

I took a long walk on the crunchy dirt lanes of a wildlife preserve yesterday and became a part of that creation.

You could hear a pin drop, yet at the same time you could feel life teeming at a hum that beat to the Father’s time. It was and is good.

As Southern women do I was glistening, not sweating, when I walked from there to the rock beaches lining the ocean.

Jetties of granite jutted up out of the sand. They offered a neat resting place among the thousands and thousands of shells that had washed up.

The seaweed was piled in lines that measured the tides ebb and flow. Sailboats darted in and out. Laughter punctuated the air from a sandbar that had been invaded by children playing. God’s presence was very evident. It was and is good.

I found my place on a nice flat rock only to notice that some other beach comber had beat me there. They’d spelled out a big “Hi” in seashell fashion to which I just had to add a good ol’ fashioned “y’all.”

Over the past few days there have been myriad emotions displayed by the sea. The winds have whipped up with gale force intensity, waves that you could hear crashing against the rocks. Last night fog thickly covered the banks, but as today dawns, the seas have settled into a glassy calm. It is good.

There’s something significant I’m learning. You know, one of those “that’ll preach” moments.

Maybe the developers of those CD’s that have the sounds of the waves understood that God created in the movement of life, emotion and lessons, change and steadfastness.

All I know is that in this place of natural beauty, all creation cries out that there is a God. By Him and in Him all things consist and hold together and if we get into the rhythm of grace we can as the scriptures say, “In Him live and move and have our being.”

There is a scripture, I quote it often, that kind of mirrors the mood of this note to you. Many of you may be saying I don’t have any calm, my sand is shifting, my life is too hard.

God knew that as He had the Psalmist write, “Others went out on the sea in ships; they were merchants on the mighty waters. They saw the works of the Lord, His wonderful deeds in the deep. For he spoke and stirred up a tempest that lifted high the waves. They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; in their peril their courage melted away. They reeled and staggered like drunken men; they were at their wits’ end. Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress.

He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven. Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men.”

Cry out to the One whom Creation cries out to … Our God … Our Creator … and it was and is good, very, very good.