I’ve come to the Island, South Padre
Island , with the intentions of relaxing, resting, becoming
inspired and simply having fun. And, I guess maybe checking one or two items
off of my bucket list and I guess doing some writing.
For too long, I’ve been searching for that purpose, though
down here, that might better be said, searching for that porpoise. Nonetheless,
it has always been me searching, trying to find the reason for my being. Trying
to find what makes me tick, trying to understand.
But all it took was for me to wake up and see a sunrise.
That’s it. All of the desires and wants are secondary to being able to see God’s
presence before me each morning. The first one on Sunday was more than I
expected. Spectacular. Beautiful. Powerful. Inspiring.
The next one was totally different in appearance but with
the same emotions. Then today, today was a little different. We were up a
little earlier than the days before and as I sat out on our balcony, I began to
get a little nervous wondering where my sunrise was. I’ve pretty much quit
looking at a clock or watch for the past few days but I knew the time for God’s
masterpiece was nigh. But where was it?
I began reflecting on the previous day and began trying to
put some order into my nervousness. Albeit foolish nervousness, yet the anxiety
began to build. Where is my sunrise, God? How come you are late? What’s going
on?
As I have been told all of my life, my plan isn’t necessarily
His plan. My timeclock isn’t necessarily His timeclock. My purpose isn’t necessarily
His purpose.
And suddenly there He was in all of His glory shining on me,
shining on my beach. Shining on my island. Shining on my world. I guess my
faith was tested again at least in my mind. He was coming. His sun was coming…..when
He was ready.
I have found and now am living La Dolce Vita. I am living “the
good life”. Not because I am fortunate enough to be able to be on an island and
see both His sunrises and sunsets but because I was simply reminded as long as
I can see the sun and feel the sun, I am still alive and that my friend, is “the
good life”.
Sure, basking in the warmth. Walking in the sand. Hearing
the roar of the waves. Feeling the coolness of the water all adds to the
senses. But just being thankful for being alive as I learn of more and more acquaintances
moving along gives me La Dolce Vita.
Do I need the beach to enjoy it more. Sure, I’m only human
and there is nothing wrong with worldly pleasures. But if I lost it all today,
all I would need is that sunrise.
Peace.
