Sunday afternoon found me here. Only 1.2 kilometres away from my home.
Wind whipping around my face, pelicans for company, a cosy cardigan keeping me warm and a chai tea between my hands.
I'd just done a photo shoot, out of my comfort zone and a sensitive, emotional one.
I stopped to breathe, taking my camera with me as I walked the little jetty.
Sunshine on one side, and clouds moving steadily along, matching the ripples in the sea below them.
Sparkles on the water, and the weed surging beneath the surface, back and forth.
And the salt air. And the words ringing in my ears from the earlier Sunday sermon.
"Three things your Spirit needs to encounter God; scripture, silence, solitude"
The silence and solitude were here. I usually rush through moments like these.
There are things to be done/cleaned/sorted/completed/controlled.
This time I didn't rush. I sat, and let the silence in.
Didn't run from the solitude, or turn to social media for 'company'.
This journey of being distraction free and hands free is a constant one.
So much of our (my!) lure of social media comes from a need to be validated.
Heard, seen, appreciated. Dare I say admired?! Oh sneaky pride, you are ugly.
Open up before God, keep nothing back;
he'll do whatever needs to be done:
He'll validate your life in the clear light of day
and stamp you with approval at high noon.
Quiet down before God,
be prayerful before him.
Don't bother with those who climb the ladder,
who elbow their way to the top.*
A reminder to walk in humility.
To find my validation in who I am, and have been created to be, and from Him, not from the world; those who don't know me outside of a series of little pretty squares.
Scripture, silence, solitude.*
These quiet moments, sitting, legs dangling, set the week's foundation for my mind and my heart. I hope to find myself here more often.
* Psalm 37:5-7 MSG