We wake to the wren bleating outside our window. The sun reflects pink off the pine trees crowding our back—a soft breeze brushes the blooming hydrangea against our first-floor screens.
It’s early. Robins skitter across the back yard and pause, cocking their heads before plunging their beaks into the earth. A hummingbird zips between the bugle petals of the fat-leafed Hostas. We wash our faces, fill a thermos with fresh brewed coffee, drive to the bagel shop for warm-from-the-oven treats, and head to the harbor. There, we toss life jackets into the dinghy and stream forward through swaying boats, to the barrier beach from which a long jetty juts into mouth of our harbor. Anchoring the boat, we grab our supplies and stone-step to the end of the wall where a rectangular granite slab acts as a seat.
Around us, morning gears up. Seagulls argue on the mudflats forming in front of the low tide beach. An aged motor boat pulling a tin dinghy passes by, a woman sits on the bow—arms wrapped around her knees, face tilted toward the sun. Across the water, the clean lines of a handcrafted sailboat bob in front of a stone boat house. The tide recedes, exposing barnacles suctioned to sea green rocks. Terns dive and flit at the water’s edge. Over our shoulders, the sand bar shimmers in the early light, and though I’ve done so on so many occasions, I put down my coffee and rustle in my pocket for the camera, desperate to capture this essence of summer.
Most Sundays, we attend early church. Once in a while though, we seek the blessings supplied by what we call “The Church of the Jetty.”
|July 8, 2012|
God is everywhere, so it doesn't matter where you go. Sounds like a peaceful Sunday to me.
I can think of a better way of worshiping God than to write a bit of beautiful prose, snap and lovely picture, and share it your corner of the world.
yep,,he made those places, so might as well tell him "hello" while ya there...:)
Wow - you have fantastic birdlife!! Beautiful! Take care
That sounds like my kind of church!
What a wonderful way to spend the day, and I'd say that your reverence and appreciation for the peace and beauty of your surroundings was worship of the most meaningful kind.
I totally get Church of the Jetty. Love the image of the words and the photo.
Your book is in the mail.
Beautifully written. I was right there with you, feeling the peace.
You've painted a gorgeous picture here with your words!
Definitely works for me. We do this from time to time too. A little change now and then is good.
What a beautiful place. Pretty churches are one thing, but how's that compare to a cathedral with a sky like that?
You cannot look out onto the ocean and not believe there is a God. I love seeing God in all he created and being with Him there too. :)
It's like looking at a series of paintings to read your posts. So rich and vivid. And then we get the picture, which is amazing. What a brilliant summer day. I'd attend church of the jetty too with a cathedral like that. Just beautiful. And your words? Mesmerizing. As always, I'm in awe of your life and your ability to capture its beauty in your words and gratitude.
There are places that I've seen that remind me often of God. The Colorado mountains for one thing and babies for another. Lovely post.
what a relaxing post! You certainly transported me to that peaceful beach:)
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