I found a piece of God today. I had lost it at the end of the Adventure run on Honeymoon Island. When I was nearing the end of the 5 mile course, my training kicked in. I wanted to quit, but instead I gave myself permission to walk for a few minutes to recover my strength. It is much easier to complete these races, when I alternate between running and walking. Along the last stretch of beach, I was running and worshipping God, but my body was losing steam, so I geared down to a walk. At this slower pace, my eye caught a glimpse of a shiny, iridescent shell wedged in the sand. I stooped and picked it up to hold as a memento of the race.
After walking, I felt rejuvenated, so I picked up my pace again. When I reached the end of the beach, I turned onto a dirt road that led back to the finish line, about a 1/4 mile out. I decided to wrap up my earbuds and just silently sprint to the finish line, and that’s when I dropped the shell. Disappointment washed over me. But I was soon comforted, because while I ran with the shell, it felt like a piece of God was with me for those moments.
I ran with all my strength through the finish chute, where I found Les and Kokomo waiting for me. We started walking back to the truck, and I told Les I wanted to go look for the shell. I looked on the dirt road. I searched by the water station, back on the beach. The volunteers thought I was a little optimistic looking for a small shell on a seashore full of tiny shells. I decided to look for a similar shell. I found a few, and made my way back to Les. As I walked back along the dirt road, something nudged me to look in the spot where I had taken out my earbuds.
I found my piece of God! That no one stepped on the fragile shell was miracle enough for me, but to find it was the bigger joy. God is invisible, but sometimes He gives us a tangible way to sense His presence.
The last couple days have been once again filled with sightings of His goodness.
On Saturday, the weather calmed down enough,so that we could take Rhonda and Shay on a sunset cruise between Honeymoon Island and Caldesi Island out into the gulf, and then around the back of Honeymoon Island and under the draw bridge back to the marina. They even got to see frolicking dolphins, which of course, would not let us get a decent photo.
We hugged good-bye, after a yummy dinner at Frenchy’s near the marina. We all felt at peace after a few days sharing good company, good food and the goodness of God in giving us time together at the sea.
Today, Les, Kokomo and I arrived at Honeymoon Island for the Kiawanis Adventure run. It occured to me that the word “adventure” sure has been following me around this trip. The sun rose above us tinting the clouds cotton candy pink. The chilly day soon turned into a balmy morning to run through the wooded and sandy trails of the park, and finally ending on the beach.
Running was never my favorite activity, but now late in life has blossomed into quite the romance. I love running with music in my ears, the scenery rushing past me, and the freedom to walk, when the running wears me down. I snapped photos while I was moving, which I coined “running art.” God is apparent, especially when we are looking for Him.
I hope you SEE Him often where you are at right now. And maybe you, too, will find a piece of God, if not the PEACE of God as you search for Him with all your heart.
Photos of the sunset cruise and “running art” . . .
The cure for anything is salt water–sweat, tears or the sea. (Isak Dinesen)