Goal: Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
OK, are you ready? Here’s my best five minutes on:
My favorite roar is that of the cold Pacific Ocean waves. They roar up onto the sand, covering my footprints and his. I could walk hand in hand down this beach forever content. The smell of the salt air. The wind whipping the wet tangle of my hair back into my face.
The roar is equally as loud when it’s all 5 of us there. Running as fast as 10 legs can carry us toward the water, only to retreat just as fast when the icy waves make our feet tingle with their cold. We love our game of tag with the ocean, especially when the tide’s coming in.
The Oregon coast with it’s roaring ocean, reflecting shades of my favorite color. The movement is fast, furious, and freezing on most days. I wouldn’t have it any other way. A loud, wet, wandering adventure.
As we turn our backs to make our way toward home the roar of those waves beg me to linger. Just one moment longer. Just one more thought sent toward heaven. I know, in that deep place in my soul, I know God is bigger and greater even than this big Pacific roar. Yet even so His voice is quieter and more still than the hush of a whisper. Nothing is like God. Big and powerful and yet able to make himself small enough that I’m forced to listen. And I wonder, as I wander in zig-zag footprints back up the sand, how is it that his still quiet voice can be heard over this huge ocean roar?