just breathe…

Have you ever just exhaled and not realized you’ve been holding your breath? You know the feeling.  You reach a point of contentment that you didn’t feel was possible at this stage in your life.  You didn’t realize you had been holding it in, stressed out, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Well, I took that giant exhale when my plane landed.  I’m at the shore.  The place I feel most at home.  The place I feel closest to God.  The place that soothes my soul.

I knew that I was stressed.  I knew I needed a break.

But today, this week, I feel calm.  I feel relaxed.  I feel…eucharisteo.  (This is a reference from one thousand gifts by Ann Voskamp.  If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it.  It’s enriching my giving thanks.)

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The sound of the waves.  The feel of the breeze on my skin.  The sunset after a long hot day.  The feel of the sand between my toes.  The smell of the salt in the water.  These are all the reasons I am pulled to the beach.  I am compelled.  I am complete.

Where do you go to relax?

How do you find the calm?

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7 thoughts on “just breathe…

  1. I live 8 miles from the Gulf of Mexico! I completely understand what you are talking about. It is very soothing th just be. We go to Daytona Beach for the waves and it is awesome!

  2. That picture looks like a place I know on the North Carolina shores! But living in the mountains of Oregon, that beach is just too far away. When I need to get away. To relax. To breath. To find solitude. I drive just a little ways out of town where there is a butte that the tourists haven’t found and even most locals don’t know about. It’s close enough to get there at the end of a long day, hike up and forget about everything for a little while. There is still too much snow right now, but I am longing for my weekly treks to my almost secret spot.

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