Saying that I’m not exactly known for my contemplative nature is a gross understatement. My mind races in a thousand different directions all at once and while this has its benefits, it’s not always the greatest gift one could receive and makes things like prayer and meditation difficult at best. I find almost impossible to just be most of the time. You know what I mean, to just sit and take in my surroundings. There are times when I can do that and they generally take place outdoors and when I’m on vacation. One of my favorite things to do then is to get up before anyone else, make some coffee and sit outside. Like sitting on the porch at the beach, listening to the surf pounding in and watching the sun come up. This morning I woke up just before 6 AM and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I started my routine a little early. Made some coffee, checked email, looked at my blog stats (which were pitiful. You people need to start talking this thing up a little more) and then heading outside. I’ve been getting up between 7 and 7:30 since we’ve been here and the sun is pretty much up by then. This morning, though, it was still dark when I got up and by the time I made it out to the porch, the sky was showing its first tinges of pink. Right then, I decided to take some photos so I could share it with you, dear reader, and here it is (pardon the screen, the best view is from the porch) :
It was beautiful, so peaceful. Not quiet, not by a long shot. Birds were singing, fish were jumping and the oh-so-reclusive manatee that we think makes his residence around here may have been splashing about a bit. As I was enjoying this rare moment of “just being”, I realized something. Everything around me, God created. And, then, He saw fit to plop my fat ass right in the middle of it. That He loves me so much is absolutely amazing. In his song, “How He Loves“, John Mark McMillan says “So, Heaven meets Earth like a sloppy wet kiss”. It’s there and I’m not wiping it off.