beach

Breathtaking. Sunrise lit a flame along the horizon and it was bright as the City of God. I'm longing for that place.

Running. A lot of my footprints were washed away by the ocean. That's how life feels some days - will I leave an imprint?

An apple. Washed up by the tide, still intact outwardly, yet eaten away by a rotten spot. What's eating me?

A small skeleton, even smaller shells. Seen only by slowing down... stopping... stooping low. How much of what God wants to show me do I miss in my hurry?