Diamond Moments

The gray parts of the day shimmer silver here and wink with secrets from the deep. It’s a strange sort of contrast how the vastness of this beauty can remind me how small I am and how treasured I am at the same time. So many times I have come to the sea and been filled with words that spill out on the page the way the ocean laps over the shore. But this time…I have been listening.

I’ve been working through this book and have read through another and these two together have reminded me of a dream I used to have. The way God has used this time to open my heart to the dreams He dreams for me has been a tender awakening.

This morning—as I waited for that red orbed sun to catch the sky on fire—I wrote the names of some of the people I love in the sand. It’s the way I like to pray here. As the sun rose higher in the sky, dropping diamonds on the water in its wake, I took my shell-pencil and wrote my dreams there too. And when the ocean came up with her wet fingers and wiped away those letters…I felt the weight of them carried safe in her belly—off to faraway places I can only guess.

Yesterday, as we sat looking out over the ocean in the early morning, I said to the boys, “Look at the way the water glistens when the sun falls just so—like a cloak made of millions of diamonds.” I told them I want to take a basket and pluck each diamond one-by-one—gather light and beauty. And then, I said, we will be rich beyond measure.

But even as I said it I knew. Oh, how rich we are. Rich with Light and Love. These sun-filled days don’t make me more so.

They only allow the moments like diamonds to shine in my heart.