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The soft ‘whoosh’ of the waves crashing against the cliff face far below me rings in my ears. The cool breeze lifting off the ocean and riding through my long light brown hair.
Closing my eyes I tilt up my chin and allow it to toy and play with each of the strands as it dances across my face. This is my spot, where I and only I, come to when I need to get away from life. To get away and talk to the one Being that always stands by my side.
God.
Eyes still shut I wait. Allowing the peace of this atmosphere to caress and calm my spirit, to fasten my heart to a slow pitter patter. A rhythm that mirrors that of the ocean.
It takes only a few minutes before I hear the soft beat and then the presence wis there next to me. To one who doesn’t know Him He wouldn’t be seen or felt. But to someone like me who has this most amazing relationship with Him, I can both see Him and hear Him. I can even feel His gentle touch as He settles next to me, His strong comforting arm sliding along my shoulder. Instantly I lean into His embrace, soaking in His love and grace.
“My child, tell me, what is on your mind?” Some voices can easily be related to something, connected to another sound someone has heard before, a noise to link the voice to. But God’s voice isn’t like that at all. Unless you are to combine so many different sounds to make up His voice, like the deepness of a tiger’s roar, the soft caress of a cat’s purr, the mighty echo of a wolf’s howl, the confidence of the a lion’s call, the grace of an eagle’s screech. Powerful, but tender, loving but strong.
But even those things really couldn’t sum up the awesomeness, the strength and glory of the sound of His majestic voice.
“So much,” I say softly. I nuzzle my head back into His chest, listening intently to the beat of His heart. I bet most of you wouldn’t consider that would you? That the Creator of the universe has a steady, strong, enduring heart beat. A heartbeat that never ever stops beating. It’s not made of flesh and blood; it’s made from infinite power that flows through Him. So it does not beat like any other heart, it’s stronger, so strong that the very noise echoes in your ears, fills your soul, your body, your mind with a peace and humbles you to your knees.
“I feel like life is crashing in on me. The money just isn’t coming in, clothes are dirty, it’s been weeks since I’ve been able to wash them. My pets are running out of food, by the end of the day we may be homeless.” My eyes peek to look up into His glorious face. “I’m tired, but I still know You will come through. That You have something amazing planed for what will happen for my break through. But I’m running out of my own strength Father, I need Your help.”
As I speak His hand gently caresses my hair. His affectionate fingers stroking through the strands as a smile lifts His kind face. “Do you know how many hairs you have on your head my Darling?”
My eyebrows rise with curiosity. Blinking up at Him with my dumbfounded blue orbs I shake my head. “No Father, I don’t,” I reply quietly.
With the grace of a mother cat He continues to stroke my hair, watching the strands and smiling. “But I do my love, I know the exact number of hairs on your body.” His eyes move to look into mine, His love filling my very core. “It is such a small thing but I count them to know the exact number every single day, because you are my precious daughter and I long to know everything about you.” Slowly His hand moves from my hair to my chin. “I see your every concern my darling. I see how it is shaping you, how it is making you into a more beautiful jewel. Same as the sand within an oyster must be grinded and irritated to turn into a pearl. So you must be grinded and irritated to transform into the woman I know you to be.”
His eyes dance with such love, mercy and grace as He pauses to touch my cheek. “But during each stage of your irritation I am at your side. I am your oyster surrounding you, protecting you, watching over you, loving you. Because I will not let anything destroy what is precious to me. I am constantly holding you my child.”
Tears filling my eyes I bare my head into His chest and weep, not tears of sadness or pain, but tears of hope and joy. “Thank You for never leaving me nor forsaking me Father. Thank You for loving me.”
“I created you to be loved my precious child. Loved and adored like that of Queen Esther.”
The soft whoosh of the ocean below us continues to crash against the base of the cliff. The cool breeze picking up off the ocean and caressing my cheek, running its fingers through my hair and breathing peace into my soul.
I love when I can write a story and really use me as the inspiration, *though sadly I don't have that kind of quiet place to go to* but these words are fully from me.
But I feel, someone needs to read this, more so than I needed to write it.
Written February 8th 2013
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You as so right about someone needing to read this just as much as you needed to write it my dear friend!!! I did!!!!! I found so much comfort, peace and hope in your words Jamie! Thank you so very, very much for sharing this with us! 
I can see us both so vividly just resting ourselves in the arms of GOD!!!!
Know that when I am down and out, I will come to this place and find my peace and joy as you have written.
I can see us both so vividly just resting ourselves in the arms of GOD!!!!
Know that when I am down and out, I will come to this place and find my peace and joy as you have written.