A Sabbath Rest

This morning I sat on a beach and waited for God. Life has been filled with turmoils, emotions of joy and sorrow mixing together like heat and cold for a tornado. The surf pound the rocks under my feet, seeking to toss me into the depths. Those rocks seemed greater than the foundation under my feet in this life. I sat on a beach and waited for God. The hours ticked away, the surf pounded into a monotony of sound. I sat still, and waited.