“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”
I am restless. Restless with passion. Restless with questions. Restless with dreams and plans that are left in a state of waiting. I’m restless with longing and with the confusion that comes from letting go, when I don’t want to let go.
There are so many decisions to be made and I as reach a bit of peace, the questions return and I’m back where I started. As I usually do when I’m in this state of mind, I feel pulled toward the ocean. The vastness of it, calms. And the greatness of a God I don’t understand, seems to clarify things – when I need it most.
So though it’s not practical, I’m driving over to North Topsail Beach, which is one of our North Carolina barrier islands. It’s not practical to watch the sunset on Sunday evening – not when I have a list of things to do before going back to work on Tuesday. It’s not practical when I have more editing and writing to do. I have more laundry to tackle. And there’s chicken in the crockpot that will be waiting on me.
But I need the clarity the ocean brings me. So I’ll go. And trust clarity is coming.