Out on the horizon the next season of my life builds like a wave being held back by the breakers. Standing at the shore gazing into the distance, I try to focus on what lies ahead, all the while trying to make sense of what lay behind.
The journey to this particular piece of shore was long and felt beneath my feet as bits of broken glass: Sharp and painful. Through tears and cries for relief I was tempted to quit the journey and leave the path, yet deep inside my soul there was a constant yet gentle urging, "Keep going."
Burying my feet into the sand, I recall just where I was on the path when in the distance I could hear the faint caw of the sea gulls and the scent of salt air. The familiarity of the sea drawing near reminded me that there is Hope beyond the dunes and I was restrengthened to continue on...
Approaching the dunes already exhausted and with a heavy heart I sat down, unsure if I had anything left in me to make the climb. Through a mind crowded with doubt, fear, confusion, the desire to overcome all accompanied by sorrow, I heard that familiar voice gently urging again, "Keep going." And so I began the climb.
The resistance from the sand caused my calves to burn, but accustomed to the struggle I clinched my teeth and dug into the hillside. Sweat dripped from my face as I reached the top and I fell to my knees. Leaning forward on my hands--trying to catch my breath--I caught the sweet sound of water gently lapping against the shore.
The thrill of the newly visible shoreline acted as a sort of salve--coating the sores, bumps and bruises that I had affectionately dubbed as battle wounds. I flew down the side of the dune and raced across the beachfront as if the ocean and I were old friends reunited after years of separation--I longed to be in its embrace. Stepping ankle deep into the water I took in a deep breath of salt air--allowing the breeze to caress me--and marveled at how glorious the Sun was glistening on the water. Suddenly, a sense of freedom permeated me and I re-fixed my gaze upon the horizon. There in the distance the next season of my life builds like a wave being held back by the breakers.
To be continued.....
Julie Peyton
Founder, Fit for the King Ministries International
The journey to this particular piece of shore was long and felt beneath my feet as bits of broken glass: Sharp and painful. Through tears and cries for relief I was tempted to quit the journey and leave the path, yet deep inside my soul there was a constant yet gentle urging, "Keep going."
Burying my feet into the sand, I recall just where I was on the path when in the distance I could hear the faint caw of the sea gulls and the scent of salt air. The familiarity of the sea drawing near reminded me that there is Hope beyond the dunes and I was restrengthened to continue on...
Approaching the dunes already exhausted and with a heavy heart I sat down, unsure if I had anything left in me to make the climb. Through a mind crowded with doubt, fear, confusion, the desire to overcome all accompanied by sorrow, I heard that familiar voice gently urging again, "Keep going." And so I began the climb.
The resistance from the sand caused my calves to burn, but accustomed to the struggle I clinched my teeth and dug into the hillside. Sweat dripped from my face as I reached the top and I fell to my knees. Leaning forward on my hands--trying to catch my breath--I caught the sweet sound of water gently lapping against the shore.
The thrill of the newly visible shoreline acted as a sort of salve--coating the sores, bumps and bruises that I had affectionately dubbed as battle wounds. I flew down the side of the dune and raced across the beachfront as if the ocean and I were old friends reunited after years of separation--I longed to be in its embrace. Stepping ankle deep into the water I took in a deep breath of salt air--allowing the breeze to caress me--and marveled at how glorious the Sun was glistening on the water. Suddenly, a sense of freedom permeated me and I re-fixed my gaze upon the horizon. There in the distance the next season of my life builds like a wave being held back by the breakers.
To be continued.....
Julie Peyton
Founder, Fit for the King Ministries International
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