Twilight at Odiorne Point
“These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” John 16:33
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A fiddle head shaped piece of driftwood sits wedged between two long and smooth slate gray rocks. It looks as though it’s been nestled right there, tight and cozy for many years, bleaching in the sun like an old pair of stonewashed jeans.
The tidewater is swirling round my feet; as they sink into the cool wet sand. With each new ocean wave that rolls in; the gully sounds are there; rhythmic and pounding; smoothing, and rounding off the sharp edges.
Many a driftwood treasure has been created with the sun bleaching and sandblasting ocean waves.
They are all slowly becoming beautiful gift’s of God’s wonder, all along the sea shore.
As the wind whistles through the jetty, sea shells sprinkle everywhere; right up onto the shore.
I am still now, just listening to muffled sounds of wind under my tightly held hat.
So windy is it; one could easily become a sailboat!
The ocean’s waves, are getting closer to me
rippling back and forth; high tide is coming in.
The time here, has been Cathartic.
Deep within, I hear the sounds of an old familiar music box, with the intricate, revolving cylinders. A pelting scratch, a jingle cut, in the eye of the suns reflections that flicker and glisten.
I’m thankful to God for everything He has allowed; the ups and downs and the circle rounds; for I have learned to be still and trust in God. I have learned to listen to the wind of His breath, that gave me life and molds me into something that can glorify Him.
I’ve learned to listen less to anything but His love. That’s the freedom of the driftwood.
In my heaped up heart, I let my stresses go to God, who holds all of us in the palm of His hand. I remind myself to let everything go easy; like the waves moving back out to sea. It’s a must.
I take the walk back, from the rocks to the riffs and healing tears flow because of Christ my Lord in whom I trust. I’m grateful to the Lord for the safety of my warm thatched hut. I know that I am loved.
I see the precious, soft, and silvery piece of driftwood, sitting securely in its beauty.
Still, in the moment, just like me; resting in Him. Happy as a clam; I am protected and all settled in; looking up.
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I know that God is with us, encompassing us in His Holy Spirit; safe in his loving, protecting arms. Teaching us of Jesus; He has been there all the while; loving us all through the trials. The winds the waves and the scorching sun. He’s never left us.
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Thank you Jesus, for Your perfect unconditional love. Your perfect wisdom, You dwell in us. Thank you for Your strength. There is no doubt; as a friend once said to me …
“There is a still small voice deep inside of us. He soothes our ears, and dries our tears; touches us with His healing hand and carries us far above all the storms and carries us all Thy way home.
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Kelly S Griswold
Twilight at Odiorne point
