Toes in the water 🌊 🌞 🙏
There’s a strange kind of peace that settles over me when I’m walking along the beach—my toes sinking into the cool water, the wind brushing against my face, the waves rolling in like they’ve been keeping rhythm with the world since the beginning of time. And lately… I’ve needed that peace more than ever.
I’ve been struggling with my faith in ways I never expected to. Some days it feels distant, heavy, complicated, like something I’m reaching for but can’t quite grasp. I keep telling myself that doubt doesn’t mean the absence of God… just the honesty of being human. Still, it’s been hard.
But today, standing there with the water pulling gently at my feet, I felt something small but real. Not a miracle. Not some sudden clarity. Just a quiet sense of maybe. Maybe this is the first step back toward Him. Maybe the ocean’s steadiness is a reminder that God hasn’t gone anywhere, I’ve just been too overwhelmed to notice.
I don’t have all the answers. I don’t even know if this walk counts as “working my way back” or if it’s simply me trying to breathe again. But for a moment on that shoreline, I felt close to God in a way I’ve been missing. And maybe, for now, that’s enough.
I’ve been struggling with my faith in ways I never expected to. Some days it feels distant, heavy, complicated, like something I’m reaching for but can’t quite grasp. I keep telling myself that doubt doesn’t mean the absence of God… just the honesty of being human. Still, it’s been hard.
But today, standing there with the water pulling gently at my feet, I felt something small but real. Not a miracle. Not some sudden clarity. Just a quiet sense of maybe. Maybe this is the first step back toward Him. Maybe the ocean’s steadiness is a reminder that God hasn’t gone anywhere, I’ve just been too overwhelmed to notice.
I don’t have all the answers. I don’t even know if this walk counts as “working my way back” or if it’s simply me trying to breathe again. But for a moment on that shoreline, I felt close to God in a way I’ve been missing. And maybe, for now, that’s enough.
22-25, F
