Morning arrives.

Crashing waves.

Crunchy sand.

Orange and pink sky.

Sea oats blowing in the breeze.

My happy place.

It does not have to be fancy.

It just has to be a beach.

In the solitude of the morning sunrise I listen to the waves and hear those words penned by Horatio G. Spafford:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

As I have shared before this is quickly becoming my favorite hymn.

It is well with my soul.

Yes, there is a lot going on in our lives.  But that is the case for everyone.  Life tends to get more complex as we get older and with an aging mother with dementia I have felt the weight of her progression acutely the past month.  When she is not herself I have to continually remind myself of who she really is under the layers of the disease.   She is constantly on my mind and I have taken this song as my anthem.

It is well – with my soul.  I am resting in the knowledge that nothing is too little or too large to take to God.

My prayers are heard even if I don’t hear an audible response.

Reflecting on the year I have seen the answers to many prayers and even though some are not the answers I expected they are answers all the same.

Life throws curve balls occasionally but the constant anchor in it all is our God who never leaves.

I am holding on to that as this year draws to a close.

I am focusing on the blessings and the good in life.

I am drawing strength from the Anchor.

I am enjoying sunrises and sand between my toes.

It is well with my soul.

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