It's nearly 3: 30 am right now.
I went to bed early last night, but tossed and turned.
Mostly because I wanted to be outside, on the porch, looking at the ocean tonight.
Like a little kid, I didn't WANT to go to bed, I wanted to stay up.
And understandably so.
The ocean was and still IS calling to me.
And so, I got up, brewed a cup of coffee, and went to the little table on the porch.
And I found that God had prepared quite a show for me.
We are 18 floors up.
The wind is blowing.
The sea is crashing.
There is salt in the air.
And the sky is flashing.
No we are not at home.
We are on vacation, in Florida, on the Emerald Coast.
And God is painting the night-time sky...RIGHT NOW.
There is a most delicious lightening storm on the horizon.
And God splashing all sorts of color sprays onto the darkness of the sky.
Some orange here and there, some yellow, and white...
...and a gorgeous shade of what can only be referred to as Dreamsicle.
Despite the growing storm, I find the sound of the ocean is so relaxing.
But I am conflicted because the visual effects are so exciting.
And when God added the sounds of thunder just now, my poor mind didn't know how to respond.
So I just stood up, went to the railing and cried tears of joy.
It was too much for my mind to hold.
I serve a mighty God!
I serve the maker of the ocean and sky.
I serve the one who stirs this wind and creates that booming sound.
He is big and I am small.
And I love HIM!
And now I understand why I couldn't sleep.
It wasn't the ocean calling me...
It was GOD!
And in answering HIM, I saw things in the wee hours of this morning that MOST of the people in this town probably didn't see.
What a treat and what a blessing.
Life is like that.
When we answer God's call, we are shown the glory of His Majesty.
And it makes us so incredibly glad
that we answered His Call.