This picture doesn't do it justice. Every year, Shayne digs a hole and digs it deeper than the year before. This year, it was about 5 feet deep in the beginning. It created conversation from all who walked by it. The kids loved to play in it. The midnight Frisbee throwers fell in it.
This picture gives you a better idea of how deep it was.
$110 investment for the week. Worth it.
Our cabana was third from the left.
Every morning, the beach boys put out the cushions, dusted off the sand and set the canopy's for the new day. Because I love early morning's on the beach, each day when I would wake up, I'd walk down to our cabana with the beach toys, and towels. I'd sit or stand on the beach for a few minutes and then head back up to the condo and wait for everybody else to wake up.
The hole, was dug in front of our cabana. The second morning, the hole was to the left of our cabana. The next morning, to the right. Then, it was in front again.
I was a bit perplexed by this. The cabana's were heavy, and not easily moved. It was as if the hole was moving around the beach. I became very curious about what was happening, that I couldn't see.
Then, one morning I went down a little earlier than usual, and caught the beach boys moving the cabana's about 6 feet back, being careful to line them up perfectly. The sand, where they had sat before, was smoothed down, so the outline of the square was no longer visible.
The hole wasn't moving, the cabana's were.
There are days, when I get up and it seems like things have moved; yet I know in my heart, that isn't possible. The hole didn't move, but the position of my cabana did move.
There is something about being on the beach that makes me feel like God is sitting right next to me. I hate to use the word spiritual, so I'll use intimate. I just feel so close to God when I am beholding the awesomeness of His creation. So, I wasn't surprised when God used the moving cabana's to convict me of the movement in my relationship with Him.
When it comes to our relationship, I don't ever have to move, nor does He. It depends on the positioning of my heart, whether or not if feels as if He is moving away from me.
I'm ashamed to admit that some days I move my cabana a little to the left, a few feet backwards, or to the right a bit. I do a good job of sweeping it off and resetting it to look like nothing has changed. "I'm fine." "It's all good."
It's an illusion- just an appearance.
I'm so glad, that no matter where I move my cabana (my life) that God never moves.
Any movement is my choice.
He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved
Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.
God is in the same place. Where am I?
Love this! It's slightly odd to read your blog sitting in your living room, HA. I think I'll mull it over as I drive home :)ReplyDelete