Any person who doubts God’s existence has led a bland life for sure.  I feel sorry for them and I hope and pray they eventually see what Hank Williams eventually saw…”The Light”.

As I type these words I hear a natural symphony that comes to a crashing crescendo  whilst being filled with tempered music that waits on yet the next crash of might and power and grace.

If I had a stiff wind behind me right now and enough solid saliva with which to project, I am quite certain I could spit in the ocean.  High tide is in front of us.  Where my dear wife, Carrie, and I sit right now is on the barrier island that got so much attention last October as Hurricane Florence was working the place over: Topsail Island, NC.

We found this place by accident many years ago.  I have told that story over and over again.  Thank you, Tim Krekel.

Getting back to God’s existence for a minute.  I will grant you that things seem pretty mixed up right now if you are an American and a Christian.  I suppose that old adage about we all get to the cross our own way has never been so truly played out than the last few years.  Things have to get better, don’t they?  Of course they do, if we are going to prosper.  Seems so many nuggets of truth I learned in Sunday School are not so fashionable these days in the politics of our nation.  I still believe in goodness, grace, helping others, and trying to bring people together and not relishing in dividing the people of the land we live in.  There’s always been enough division.  No need in creating more, unless that is your strategy. If it is, shame on you.

There are more shells and stones and pebbles and grains of sand on this beach than there are people in my native home state of Indiana and our adopted home state of North Carolina.  If you have been fortunate enough to stroll a beach anywhere in the world, you know what I mean.  The little pieces of creation, whipping along the shore in and out as the tide rises and the tide falls know no mathematical equation.  It is the random act of nature and its splendor.  I think God sees to that.  Who else put this together?  Good luck with that, if you don’t believe.

Psalm 143 :8

Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you.

Show me where to walk, for I give myself to you.

I try to put a few steps in each morning.  I walk and listen to music and pray and listen for God’s voice when I am calm enough and obedient enough to do it.  I have heard some things I rejoiced in.  I have heard some things I wanted to turn from.  I have heard laughter.  I have been directed on occasion.  Things always turn out for the best when I have listened and said yes.

Among the millions, if not billions of individual pieces of earth on this beach in North Carolina, I found this stone this morning as I was walking and listening and one with the water.  There was a message on this stone in front of my feet.

I have picked up thousands of shells and stones out here.  Only today did I find one that told me to go and check out Psalm 143 : 8.

Thanks be to God.

Danny Johnson