Happy At My Feet

My family knows my favorite place in San Destin- the ocean's edge. I carry my sea blue chair to where the water washes over my toes. And I sit. For hours. Sometimes with a journal. Sometimes with just an open heart.

We've shared a week in Dad's time shares for about ten years. At some point on our trip, a related someone will ask something like, "Why do you enjoy staring at the water for hours on end?"

My mom asked this year. And the best answer ever came to me later.

I love watching happy at my feet... where the water bounces, collides, and forms patterns of lace as quick to vanish as a falling snowflake. Bubbles float. Waves dance. And a smooth, thin rush of water washes gently over my feet, cleansing.

I couldn't sit in my chair as long this year. And the water was full of June grass a few days - even at the water's edge. But last Wednesday, crystal clear waters soothed my soul for a time. God was big. The world beautiful. And eternity real.

And as the sun set, I found this happy at my feet...