Do you ever get to a place and think ‘so this is where I’m meant to be’? Last week, when I’d managed to get down to Marble Hill beach, I had the most wonderful feeling. It was like taking a deep breath, and feeling like I’d crossed the finish line. I had thought that the beautiful Back Strand I described in my last post was more than enough, but sitting on the golden sand, looking across the breaking waves and the blue water, I realised that this place was more a part of me than anywhere else. All those summer days throughout my childhood and adolescence soaking in this view had woven this shore firmly into my consciousness. I have always found myself singing when I’m there.
Let’s be clear: it’s something, Someone within and beyond the beauty that rings true with me. And He is not confined to space or time. I can’t pack up Marble Hill and take it with me. I can look at pictures, I can close my eyes and remember, but the fact is, I’m not there. I’m in my grey, tarmac life, and the blue sea is far away now. I would love to still be sitting on the sand, but my beige armchair is all I’ve got.
Here’s the best thing though: the God of Marble Hill is here. He’s sitting with the orphans in the slums. He’s walking in the midst of the refugees in Syria, He is everywhere. That is a tricky one to believe, and I find it hard to say too. BUT, one day, we will all be given our own Marble Hill, and it will last forever.