It’s the place I’ve been healed, my marriage restored, and Truth revealed. There – I’ve learned to love more and judge less. There I think deeply, pray passionately, laugh wildly, and cry too. My sanctuary is a special place.
It’s more than a beach. It’s a safe place from all the noise and responsibilities. There I’m unhurried and patient. There I can read for hours. There, nothing demands my attention.
It’s been a little more than a week since I’ve returned from this mid-year refuge, where I meet friends again, stay barefoot most of the day, and let the roar of the ocean cleanse my soul. It’s the otherness of the place that makes me unusually open to God, His creation, His word and His people. God has touched me in significant ways in that place.
I came back refreshed and renewed. More than that…..mended. God took the broken pieces of my heart and mind, my soul splinters, and my ruined strength and put them back together. I refocused and I remembered. God is my sanctuary, my safe place. He is my Refuge.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.
That is beautiful. One of the best you have written. I love the beach and I am so thankful you had time in your sanctuary.
Thank you, Robin. Love you!!
Ahhhh…yes ! Such a beautiful way to put it ! I could totally picture the moments !
You say so much with so little. I agree witj Robin, this is one of your best, but all are great. I am so proud and honored to be your Mother. Love you so much.
Thanks, MOM!! Love you so much!!
It was such a good time……we totally missed you all. Brady really missed you too!!