An early morning wakeup call and a quiet walk to the sand. I sat in the stillness of that which was not yet morning, awaiting the sunrise. Slowly, softly, and surely, light began to dawn. The peachy morning sky reflected on infinite ripples in the gentle sea. For just a moment, it felt like there was no one in the world but God and me.
The world began to wake up. Swimmers splashed through the waters. I heard the distant chatter of people excited for breakfast. I realized that I had to move on, too. But I wanted to take something from this quiet morning. In the stillness, God met me in the waiting. He wrapped his arms around me as if to say, “Remember this. Remember what it was like to have breakfast with me after the resurrection. When the waiting is over, don’t forget the lessons you learned.” So I took one last look at the morning sun and resolved to carry him with me today.