A high tide swept water up the beach, creating an extended inland pool. Small fish were washed into it, enjoying its warmth and refuge from larger fish. But this morning, the access to the sea has dried; the pond is isolated and slowly disappearing. Now these small fish are easy prey to wading birds and the hot sun. Their hours are numbered. I can’t help but think how vulnerable we are when we’re separated from our fellow Christians! I’m reminded how much I need my brothers and sisters in Christ to sustain me when my spirit feels arid, when my faith falters and runs dry. Please, God, keep me connected o your family in faith. I need their sustaining love and encouragement to strengthen me, and allow me to strengthen them in their times of need. Amen.
I came across a grim sight on the beach today—a crab was eating another crab, one that resembled him so closely the two—one live, the other dead–could have been twins.
Absent of their greenery, the dune fences become more visible now. They help stabilize the beach, capturing blowing grains of sand and piling them as a barrier to flood surges.
Last night I listened to the whip-poor-wills outside my open window. One was in a tall pine near the house, and the other was some distance away, in a swampy