It’s a New Year and I wanted to start it out with a walk, what better way in this beautiful place. What started out as a walk soon turned into one exclamation after another. The sun came up and warm fingers spread across the sky. A dove called and all at once it felt like Easter. Resurrection morning on a brand spanking New Year. I don’t know what he has planned but right now it’s very, very good. “Oh God, glorious God……”became my prayer as I walked on. I passed the little place where the otters hang out and there he (or she) was, diving and then surfacing with goodies and chomping away with gusto.
I ditched my coffee back at the Motorhome and I passed the check in shack where these hosts have always made us feel so welcome. Yesterday they threw a New Year’s gumbo feast for all the residents. I greeted Moxie the camp host, as he sunned himself on the railing.
I walked on across the bridge that led to the ocean and on the way I greeted Joyce and Curtis, part of Elaine’s folks ashes rest here in MoroSlough so this will always attach this place deeper in our hearts.
I walked on and through the little gate that is technically part of the Marine Research center. I remember the little tour we took of the slough last time and all the magnificent wildlife so protected and free. They do such good work here and their contributions have gone far to preserve this treasure in California. Years ago, a developer unsuccessfully tried to turn it all into condos and this would have all been gone. I shudder to think what it would be like if that had happened.
I heard God’s breath in the surf before I saw Him. Just the vastness of that horizontal place where water meets sky makes it so easy to talk to God. I became we……and we walked and I kept thanking Him. For all He’s done and continues to do. All He’s brought me through. For the perfection of this moment.
I looked for sea glass until my backed ached. I turned toward camp with a few treasures and a lighter heart than when I started out. Amen and amen.
And without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is and that He is a rewarded of those who seek Him. Hebrews 11:6
For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks the door will be opened. Matthew 7:8
Lori's Prayer Closet 
Sounds nice. Where is this place?
It’s on the California coast. About 20 miles from Monterey. A small fishing town😀 one of my happy places.
On days above 20 degrees I walk up the road and pray before I sit in my studio for my devotions and reading. Walking and praying helps me sort my thoughts out too. I also thanked God this morning on my walk. The scenery was white and brown and about 30 degrees-but He is still here! And I have much to thank Him for!
Bless you, dear heart!
I can just imagine you doing that Debra. All those special and w derail people with an artists eye have a unique way of viewing the world. So glad you are hanging in with me friend! Lori (and happy New Year!)
I heard God’s breath in the surf before I saw Him. Oh, how I love that line!!! Thanks for the reminder to close my eyes and hear God’s breath! Beautiful post Lori.