a perfect day

After a rough week we decided we needed to get away for a break. Sunday morning I made apple turnovers for breakfast and we picked up some carnitas and went to the beach. We chose Tenacatita because it is so mellow for the kids and we enjoy the crystal clear water. It was a remarkably beautiful day. The ocean was deep blue fading into turquoise, the waves hitting the rocks off the point were blindingly white. All the colors were sharp and crisp. There was a nice breeze and the air was clear. As we set up camp under an umbrella it felt like a sleepy fog was rolling off each of us. Even the kids were calm; I could almost see them relaxing before my eyes. Ayden sat right down to play in the sand and Willow skipped her nap to watch the world around her from her jumper.

Ben and I just kept looking at one another and remarking on the goodness around us. How can there be so much beauty? Is that why the seraphs sing: the whole earth is full of God’s glory?

The day ended with a sunset that couldn’t find its exit. The clouds and color just kept dancing off one another and the sky was alive, extending and contracting and playing with the horizon. Finally the stars managed to push the sun off the stage so they could make their quieter but equally impressive appearance. We went in to sleep.

Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first-fruits of all he created.  James 1.16-18





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