Usually when I walk a particular section of the beach, I strive for a specific point, a broken trunk of palm tree for instance, and then reverse my walk home. Today as I walked, I couldn’t locate the broken tree; apparently yesterday’s high tide and heavy waves had moved it elsewhere on the beach. For a few minutes I felt disoriented—where was my marker and how would I know when to turn around? I had depended on the existence of that broken trunk, and now it had vanished. I began to think how often in my own life I’ve depended on vanishing markers. I’ll know the answers when I finish my degree, when I get married, when I find a job, when I retire…. And yet when I reach these goals, I don’t necessarily find the answers I sought. The only marker in my life that has remained constant is Jesus; he alone has never failed to provide me with a permanent goal, has never vanished when I needed him. I thank you, Lord, for the stability you give my life. Please help me meet the goals you set for me, and forgive me when I fall short of the mark. Amen.
The weather is turning cooler now, as autumn has muted the island colors. What was once bright green is now gold, caught in the moment between 14-karat luster and nondescript
The oleanders are fully in bloom! My yard is scented with a honey-like aroma that stuns me with its warm headiness. I inhale deeply, unable to breathe in enough of
