Yesterday was a typical Washington fall day, where the rain comes and goes and when it leaves the sun comes out and warms your whole soul. After a lazy morning and a bike ride, Jerry and I went on an errand with the kiddos and then made it home just in time for Max's nap. The kids played and Jerry and I just relaxed. I had been thinking all day about making a trip out to Chamber's Bay with Puppy to help get her wiggles out. With our crazy schedule, and the fall weather moving in, her exercise time has diminished.
So after a storm came and went and the sun showed itself again, Puppy and I headed out. Jerry and the gang stayed back, the girls were playing and I later found out he wanted to clean the garage, a very nice surprise. :) As I drove I actually had a pretty intense conversation with my cousin, lately we have been having more and more of these kind of talks, where you just lay it out there and get to work. During this particular conversation, God came up. We both discussed how sometimes doubt would sink in when it came to God and prayer. How often times you pray for someone, something, or a situation and feel like your prayers fall on deaf ears. It can be frustrating, it can cause your faith to be questioned.
A side conversation we had during the drive was about the weather. When I left (the drive is about twenty five minutes) the sun was out, and it stayed out the whole way, it didn't hide it's face until I pulled in my parking spot. I could see the wall of clouds coming the whole way and joked with my cousin about the fact that the sun would disappear as soon as I got there and it literally did. I was bummed, having brought my camera* and hoping to get some shots of the sun setting. Instead, big grey clouds billowed out over the water. Then just as I was heading on the path down the hill with Puppy, and saying good-bye to my cousin, the sun squeezed through one last time and shined like a spot light on a passing ferry. I told my cousin about it, sent her a picture. God was letting me know that he was listening, but that I still hadn't gotten his message yet.
Puppy and I continued to head down the hill and towards the dog park, our first stop. She was so excited that I let go of her leash and watched her high tail it to the gate. Even with the impending storm there were a few dogs playing and Puppy was able to run and enjoy herself for quite a while. Then the rain drops started to fall, big and filled with purpose. I guess at that point Puppy and I could have headed quickly up the hill, out of the rain and home. But instead I was drawn to the water, towards the storm.
As Puppy and I walked towards the beach, we passed others heading to their cars. I didn't even think about turning around, even as the wind picked up and the rain came down with pelting force, we kept going. As I crossed the bridge/pier and headed to the stairs that would lead me to the water I saw a couple dressed in rain coats. They were also braving the weather with their furry friend and it made me smile to see the bright colors of their shapes walking into the along the horizon of the dark sky.
Shortly after Puppy and I arrived on the beach the storm really picked up and we were forced to take shelter up against one of the pier beams. Soon it was hailing and the wind was whipping across the water with flourish. I would occasionally try to to take a photograph, but the rain would pelt my lens quicker than I could dry it. Puppy was such a trooper and I tried to hold her to me and keep her from getting totally drenched, but I don't think she really cared, she was in her element. Soon, I was too. Jerry had encouraged me to take his rain jacket and I was now glad I had agreed.
After the hail stopped, Puppy and I ventured out. It was still raining, but the sun was trying to come out across the Sound and I was waiting for the rainbow that would come of it, and eventually it did. The rain drops pelted the waves giving a gritty appearance to the water. It was awesome, as was the sound of the waves breaking over the rocks and pebbles. I had long since turned off my music and this was the perfect soundtrack to this unplanned afternoon retreat. (If you look closely at the picture on the left, you can see the rain coming down.)
Slowly we made our way down the beach, past the abandoned building, remains of a quarry that existed decades ago, and down to an open area of the beach. I watched the sea gulls soar by and was amazed how they didn't fight the wind or the rain, but instead seemed to relish in it. Time flew by and I began to feel more and more at peace as the sun slowly won out over the big storm clouds. The rainbow came and eventually went and left behind a gorgeous sunset. I was in heaven and took turns taking photographs with my phone and my camera. I often would watch the sun set at home or on a bike ride and wish to be here, and I was grateful today to be having the ability to watch the sun sink into the horizon and the clouds produce their art across the sky.
I didn't do anything except watch mother nature do her best to take my breath away. It had been a long week and I have been worried about those close to me and I was really starting to feel the weight of life on my shoulders. I was starting to to doubt God and then I came here, came for this walk, this experience of an impending storm, the storm itself and then the gorgeous aftermath. I had experienced them all and appreciated each for their beauty and purpose. All of a sudden, as I was starting to head back along the beach, as I was watching the sun sink lower into the water, I understood.
The Sun hadn't gone away when I arrived, it had only been blocked temporarily by the storm. When it finally reappeared, it was the most beautiful sight, it was like heaven on earth. Even before the rain ceased, the sun was shining and throwing light around, through the water drops and across the waves in the most spectacular way. The clouds that were supplying art and ample photographs, would not have been as phenomenal as they were, without first being part of the storm. God had tested me, waited to see if I would remain even when most people wouldn't have stayed. This afternoon and early evening were meant for me, a gift, and a parallel to what was going on in my life and the lives of my loved ones.
I have to admit as the pieces to the puzzle that God had given to me fell into place, I began to feel tears fill my eyes. Flooded by so many emotions, I felt almost overwhelmed. This place was already so special to me, I should have known that it was where I needed to come to hear what God had to say. It was simple. Have faith. Life is filled with storms, but they will pass and in their wake they will leave something beautiful. I could either turn around at the first signs of the storm, as soon as the rain began to fall, I could go to someplace safe. Or, I could face the storm, walk into it, head held high and wait it out, wait to see what beauty the storm produced. God has been listening all along, I just had to realise it, and have faith that he knows best.
As I gathered pebbles for my collection and carefully picked and threw rocks, my prayers came with flourish. For the first time in a while, my soul was calm as I was filled with the peace that God was hearing each and everyone and he was holding them in the palm of his hand. They may not be answered today or tomorrow, but I now had a new found belief that they will be someday and I will continue to weather the storm until that time comes.
*All the pictures in this post were taken yesterday while I was at Chamber's Bay.
The visit with all of the littles was like medicine to the soul. The ability to tuck them in and kiss them goodnight was probably my favorite of all. It allowed me to quietly let them know how very much they mean to me and how desperately I miss them when they are gone. We had a blast at Wild Waves, our New Year's Eve Blast and in Seattle (a few times). Just hearing all their voices through the house was like heaven. I was blessed by mother nature and was able to keep Savannah and Sam three extra days. We took advantage of this (and grandma and papa's kindness to keep Max) and took another day trip into the city. I called it a photography adventure, where I captured my two oldest at a variety of locations. At the end of the day we got caught in a monsoon and as we ran through the rain, I'm sure all of Seattle could hear us laughing and screaming. I loved it.
