Monday 3 July 2023

There had been thunder and fireworks late into the previous evening; we had spent our time holding and comforting the dogs, who were shivering and shaking. So, after a night of fractured sleep, very much out of any peaceful sleep rhythm, I was on the beach at 5:15 with Luke. It was warm and humid, and light showers filled the air. Only the sounds of birds and muted surf filled my ears. I started to ask, to inquire, “Lord …,” when his beautiful voice overwhelmed any other sounds:

            Give yourself over to My Presence, and I will do everything else.

The birds and waves re-appeared in my ears, and something else: a weight, a pressure, that pushed out of me the un-formed questions about everything else.