padre island

this lil venture was completely spontaneous. we pulled up to the ocean at midnight and ran into the cold salt water...just fully present for a moment. not anxious about time moving too fast or sad about being confused for no clear reason or angry that the enemy’s voice gets really loud sometimes...

just the ocean. and my friend. just a moment of unaltered joy.

a few hours later, raindrops hit my face and I woke up to a gnarly storm coming through our sandy campsite.

I rolled up the windows and drove outta there as shelbs slept oddly peacefully in the back.

the sky was so alive. wind and lightning danced before me in every direction. but I wasn’t scared...the lyrics from ghost ship repeated in my head
“can you raise your voice to the storm cloud
would the thunder answer and ring out
does the lightning ask you where it should strike...”

the Lord is near. even when my head feels like this storm...chaotic and out of control...even when the enemy’s words seem really loud, he is near. he has his hand on it all. always...