Last Sunday when I was travelling home from an afternoon of work I knew in my heart I had to run to the sea. I knew I was searching for something I just didn't know what yet; all I knew was that there were answers somewhere by the waters or underneath that sky that I knew that I needed. When I reached, I gravitated towards a bench in the middle of the fields and as silly as it sounds, I opened my heart to my King; and there I dived straight into His Word. i drank and i drank and as i drank the sun set all around me, the light shifted from gold to a beautiful blue. after i had finished, i waded across the grass in the deepening darkness towards the waters to take it all in. 

and thats when i realised, it wasn't the waters that were going to save me; it wasn't the wind, or the sound of it billowing in my ears. it wasn't the ebbing of the waves, or the sound of it crashing against the beach. the sky wasn't going to save me, not even if its colours were to dance before my eyes as the sun waved its goodbyes. sure, i was attracted to all that, but i realised, that perhaps my aching longing for the sea, the sky, the sounds.... was an aching longing for the One who made them all. 

i don't even know how to properly festoon this into a sentence... but that evening something suddenly made sense in my heart and a freshness washed over me. as i was sitting there in the golden blue, i read romans 8 and my heart.. i swear my heart was swollen to the point of bursting. it was everything, it was the wind, it was the waves, it was the sound of everything, it was the sunset and it was God. it was the Maker and the made— the sky, the sea, the waves, and me— all coming together in a single moment of worship and boy, was it glorious. and then i knew in my heart, i could travel half way across the globe, to the pacific northwest, to iceland, to london.. but nothing, absolutely nothing, would be able to satisfy my heart like in that one moment, where i knew my Maker, and my Maker knew me.

Romans 8:15-17 "This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It is adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike, "What's next, Papa?"

this verse.. my heart.

it is truly an adventure Lord, what a breath-taking adventure this is.