Life throws curves. One day you’re a mom. At home. With kids. A husband. A dog. A house. The whole shebang. The next…it’s all gone. The ashes of your life fall, threatening to stamp out even the last teeny, tiny bit of hope you have left. And just when you think that you can’t take another blow — here comes another one. One so unspeakable…And NOW you REALLY need therapy. And luckily, you know the person who has access to the best therapy available — The waves and sand and sun of the Oregon Coast.
There’s just something about the way the sand caresses away the hardened parts of your feet. The way it cushions every blow to your joint. It’s tough to walk across the soft, sinking sand but healing at the same time. Step by step, you feel more alive. There’s peace here.
Every second. The waves crash. Roll. Roar. Staring, you begin to breathe in and out. Rhythmically to the beat of the ocean. Deep inside you hear a small voice whisper, “Hello. Can you see me?”
Three giggly girls and two mommas. Pausing to be silly. To take a snapshot of a moment in time. You begin to wonder when life will look brighter again. Girls run away giggling, squealing. Mommas stand. Look at their feet. Hearts bleeding. Aching. When, Oh Lord, do you avenge the wicked?
You smile. Lifeguard. Yes, Oh Lord, I need a lifeguard. Someone to save me. To help me find ME again. To bring peace back into my life. To make it well again.
Hearts bleeding Mommas move down the coast. Past majestic rocks. Pounding surf. Eye-sore beauty that causes the soul to burst. To the journey’s end. A simple beach where the bay and the ocean collide. And you walk along the edge. Pondering. Tears. Heart bursting. Aching. So much pain, anger and despair.
But you are not alone.
I am here. My sister. My friend. Right beside you. Walking along the water’s edge. Praying. Holding. Supporting. Bleeding. Crying. Aching. For what was lost. For what is. For what will be. But we are not alone. Two mommas walk alongside us. They have walked journeys of pain. They walked beside me through my pain. Always loving. Always supporting. Always being my friend. And they take you into their hearts. As we walk, they are praying for you. For peace. Deep, overwhelming mercy and love like you’ve never known. To know beyond all doubt, you do NOT walk this road alone. We are here. Beside you. Our toes in the sand, butts on the ledge, looking at whales and hoping that tomorrow is a brighter day.
As we drive home, hearts in turmoil, unsure of reality ahead, we stop. Where the water meets the big Cape. And I share with you the place I call home. Heaven. Heaven exists in Pacific City, Oregon. As the sun sets, the rays dance over the water, I breathe in a deep breath. Here’s where I find my Father. THIS. This is better than Prozac. For this is where you see the touch of the Father. Hear him? You are not alone. Ever. He is always there.