A Day At The Beach...
For thus saith the Lord GOD, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength: and ye would not. (Isaiah 30:15)
I just got home from a day at the beach. I'd been itching to take a road trip for weeks when, as if on cue, a girlfriend of mine proposed today's trip. Talk about perfect timing. We packed a lunch and hopped in the car headed for Ocean City. We took in the scenery on the way talking, laughing and listening to music.
Within a couple hours we were setting up camp on the soft, warm sand. We were surprised to find that the beach was not crowded. The breeze coming up off the water was perfect. I couldn't get to the water fast enough. I stood at the edge of the shore and allowed the waves to cover my toes. I inched closer and the water reached my ankles, then my calves and finally it was up to my knees. For that moment it was as if I was alone on that beach, lost in the sound of the waves crashing, the cry of the seagulls flying overhead, the heat of the sun, and the feeling of pure unadulterated pleasure. It dawned on me that I hadn't been that relaxed in quite some time. I took a deep breath of sea air and gave myself over to the day.
I made my way back to our spot and joined my friend for lunch. Afterwards we alternated between napping and chatting - the ultimate lazy Saturday afternoon. The combination of the warm sun and the cool ocean breeze created the perfect lullaby. A smattering of gleeful giggles from surrounding children and snippets of conversation among the teens visinting for senior week served as our alarm clock. We got up, took our stuff back to the car, and proceeded to explore the boardwallk. After venturing all the way to the end of the boardwalk, we found a bench where we sat, took a couple pictures, and talked and laughed some more. Then it was back down the boardwalk for a second round of people watching.
A bag of cotton candy, a funnel cake, some boardwalk fries and a henna tattoo later it was time to head home. In between conversation I reflected on wonderful day I'd just had. That's when the scripture in Isaiah came mind. I truly felt rested and refreshed, and stronger than I had before the trip. It was as if God Himself orchestrated this day especially for us to recoup from the daily grind and the cares of life. For this reason the say was somewhat sacred...
In Genesis 2 verses 2 and 3, we see that God rested from all His labor after He created the earth. In fact He declared the day holy because it was a day of rest. For me, that's a perfect description for today - holy. No there wasn't a church or a preacher or a choir or any of the things we normally associate with holiness. Rather it was the holiness found in resting from your labors and allowing God to renew your strength through that rest. Who would have thought holiness could come in the form of ... a day at the beach?