So there I am, at the beach. This is my favorite place to be with God. The question is, where on the beach? Where should I go?
The Lord highlights an area.
Of course! My kids were baptized there! We used to do outreach there!
I have friends that still go there and pray!
So I arrive. And I am thankful, giving him praise for all the amazing things that have happened on that land, near or in those waters.
And then I pause to listen. I sense he wants to speak.
It is not those things.
What?
It is not those things that make this land special to me, when I think of you.
What?

What am I missing Lord?
This is one of my favorite places to meet with you. But it is not for those reasons.
Okay, then…why is this special Lord?
This land is special, Tanya, because it is here that you came to throw sand at me. It is here that you chose, when you found a truth previously hidden, to come and to tell me that I was not who I said I was. It was here that you trusted me with your deepest pain. It was here that you allowed yourself to get really mad at me. It was here that you got real with me.
Whoa.
That upsets what I thought I knew.
Again.
It is not always the happiest memories that go the deepest.
When I am willing to share my true heart in its messiest place, that matters far more to him than anything.
Feeling realigned to Him.
And every time I went to the ocean this time, that is where I found myself. Again. With him.