So, the other night on the beach I watched yet another sunset. Each one is different, and I like to call these moments, "God's Sunset show." Beats all I've ever seen on American Television.
"Good Job," I said to Father God, "once again, you've out done yourself."
Then I walked away, down the beach a little as I was avoiding some friends; a couple who were having a romantic moment. I knew it was their 30th anniversary. (So D, if you are reading this...remember it's just part of being part of a small town on the Gulf of Mexico...everyone knows your business, and sometimes you get left alone. Welcome to Florida!)
My husband had a meeting at church, and I cannot think of a better way to have my quiet time; here on the beach. Years ago, I attended a Women's Retreat at, of all places, the US Embassy Residence in London. This was not the embassy, but the place where our Ambassadors resided. I wrote about this in my second book, "Beyond Broken Families," so for now I will simply say that this is that beach!
I knew the curve of the beach, the soft waves and Palms edging the land, looking out to a blue horizon the first time I ever set eyes on this small town. The beach is at the end, the culmination of Main Street. You go past the High Street (British English vocab) array of small shops and streetside restaurants; down, way down past the spanish moss hanging canapy to the stop sign before the beach parking.
On Friday nights one of the Assembly of God churches sets up their band by a Life Guard Station (blue one, not the turquoise) and belts out good ole' gospel songs. Feet tapping the quiet sand and clapping hands and singing away, are about a hundred or more (depending on snow bird season) people who remember some of this music and can't quite believe that the younger generation is missing out on what they had growing up. I took my mom here, before she died. She had that "I'm already in heaven," look; as she knew every word.
I don't know every word, but I remember her and my grandmother humming a tune or two. My husband and I love these songs; but I especially love the knew Holy Spirit filled music of a newer generation. From every generation we learn what God had to say to us; one is history and a strong generational foundation, and one is to lead us on today. My one hope: that I sing songs about Jesus and not drone on about me. Even as I write this blog, and it is all about me finding my way in this new stage of life; please God, may the music always, always, always, be about Him.
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