Grounded in Faith

Wouldn’t you miss this view? The photo above was taken at sunset from Sharkey’s On the Pier, one of our favorite local restaurants in Venice, Florida. It’s a place to leave your worries behind while dining with your toes in the sand.

And speaking of sand, perhaps you’ve read or heard about the growing trend of “grounding” or “earthing”. The notion is that we have literally lost touch with the sand and soil beneath our feet, causing us to disconnect from the earth’s vital energy. Many believe that we need to re-connect with that natural energy to restore our health and well-being.

No doubt, we are a disconnected society. But will we truly fill our need to reconnect by walking barefoot through a meadow, or sleeping on the forest floor?

Like a Rock

When I was a child living beside the ocean, I would run down the huge boulders behind my house. They were like stairs to me. I knew each one from memory, scrambling from patio to the sand in a matter of seconds. Talk about grounding! It was a miracle I never broke a limb.

But I trusted in those stones. They never moved. I knew them so well that I could probably navigate my way blindfolded.

Likewise, my faith is grounded on such a Rock. I trust in the One who will never be moved or shaken.

There is a hymn, Christ the Solid Rock, that speaks of this precious faith. The first verse and chorus came to my mind today:

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name

On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand

Grounding can mean different things to each of us. For me, it is a deeply spiritual place of connection with Jesus. And it is where I find safety and security as I walk through my daily life.

Seasons to Remember

You can’t deny it . . .  fall is on the horizon. This realization hit me when my Google calendar suddenly flipped from July to August. We returned from two weeks overseas and found Halloween candy in the stores.

I am looking forward to fall though, but honestly, it has nothing to do with pumpkin spice latté. I’m ready to welcome the cooler sweater weather, colorful leaves, and college football. I long to sleep at night again with the windows wide open!

As a kid, I lived for summer. When your childhood home is on the ocean, you spend the entire winter dreaming about the days when you can run barefoot in the sand. I loved those carefree surf-filled sunny days, and listening to the waves crashing beneath my window at night. They are memories that truly stay with you for a lifetime.

Years later, my folks moved to the mountains of southwestern Maine and I discovered a new love for pine forests, fall foliage, and maple syrup. I saw my first moose and fed a chickadee from my hand. I went apple picking and even tried snowshoeing. And of all the Christmas mornings I can remember, nothing compared to waking up in the mountains with snow falling and a fire crackling in the wood stove.

I will always have fond memories of my childhood summers on the beach. Time has passed and I have lots of new memories of summers spent at the beach and in the mountains with my own children. And as the calendar flips to a new month, a new season, or a new year, I will look forward to many more seasons in my life, shared with friends and family, creating memories to cherish forever.