My Happy Place

The humming of the air conditioners lets me know I am getting close to my paradise.

As I come up onto the wooden trail, the sweet sounds of the waves call my name. Coming over the dunes always brings a huge smile because I can smell the salty air.

With coffee in my hand, I sit and stare at the beautiful sunrise. The rays of light glisten and dance across the ocean’s surface.

I can’t help but think of God and how He created all this for us… for me. Bowing my head, I silently sing my praises. Other prayer requests swirl in my mind as I call them up to the Lord.

Raising my head, I watch a yatch speeding across the horizon. Joggers and walkers pass by, some with their dogs. The fisherman haven’t been lucky yet, as they wait for the catch of the day.

It’s too early for people to filter out to their rented blue umbrellas, but not for the young man battling the waves on his paddle board.

Small flocks of birds fly to low, skimming across the water’s surface perhaps looking for their next meal.

For this is my happy place. The place where the distractions and busyness of life are left behind.

Waves crashing gently,
Soaking in the sun’s rays,
Relaxing, lying by the sea,
Enjoying all that is offered,
Allowing the warmth to penetrate me.

Rest comes over my body,
Peace washes over my soul,
My mind begins wander to the skies above,
And I allow myself to fully submit,
Allowing myself to embrace God’s love.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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