Last Saturday, I finally made it to the beach, for some solitude and time with God.
I had been feeling tired, stressed, and busy, and thought the best down time I could ask for was at the edge of the beautiful sea, with my journal, and my Bible.
When I got there, I began the long trek down to the shore from my parking spot. I had a shoulder bag, carrying my phone, Bible, journals, and a large towel.
Upon reaching the beach, I realized that it was carpeted with pebbles. No sand anywhere in sight. I wandered along, trying not to trip over the piles of pebbles (we all know I have that capability), and kept walking, looking for a decent place to create my own Bible study world.
The only area I found where there was sand was beneath the cliffs (and near the warning sign for the cliffs: warning, unstable cliffs, falling rocks, etc.). I decided that if God was going to end my life on that day, at the beach, then He would ensure that the rocks falling from the cliffs would be swift and accurate. I took the risk to sit there.
I spread my towel out, kicked off my shoes, smiled at a fisherman who was standing nearby, and sat down. I pulled my phone out to check my messages, and laid it on the towel beside me. I took a deep breath, and watched the waves rolling in and out...
Um...that wave is still coming....
Yep. A wave broke at the shore, speeding directly at me. I kid you not, it did not go anywhere else. I jumped up, and thought: PHONE!! Right as the water hit my beach towel, I scooped up my phone and ran.
I stood beneath the cliff and surveyed the ruins: a sopping wet, heavy beach towel, wet shoes, and a wet shoulder bag (thankfully, waterproof, so nothing was destroyed).
I glanced awkwardly at the nearby fisherman, who was laughing at me.
And, I shrugged my shoulders at the passing beach goers who pointed out to me that I got caught by a wave.
Duh. I'm fully aware of that.
I stood for a moment, surveying the beach, looking for a safer place to go. As I looked, I realized that I was standing near the carcass of a very large bird. Disgusted, I scooped up my things and trudged along until I found a rock to sit on.
Then, the hot sun burst through the fog, and I found myself beginning to bake.
I opened my Bible, and tried to focus, but found myself distracted and bored. I text messaged a couple of people, and decided my beach day with the Lord was over.
I told this story to a friend, and she laughed, telling me I should try to avoid situations to the best of my ability...at least those situations where people may laugh at me.
But, I laugh at me.
Apparently, I am that girl...that girl who will trip and fall in public, run out in the middle of a busy street and hesitate halfway across, find the one spot on the beach where the wave is going to chase me away, burn my hand on the stove because I wanted to check and make sure it was hot (it was), run right into a closed door because I forgot I closed it, and end up standing beside dead animals.
I'm not exactly clumsy...
I'm not exactly spacey...
I just seem to attract a level of randomness in my life.
But, at the end of the day, I've got some pretty silly stories to tell.