[an exert from my life]

Breathe in, tide out, breathe out, tide in. The beach is where I find quietude; chaos no longer exists. Life moves at a rapid pace but when my feet fall beyond the grains of the sand, everything is still. If ever there were a moment I denounced the essence of God, I can always find his love where the waves crash. But this journey was different from the others because the potency of his love filled my veins, as if I were a drug addict and his adoration was what I needed in order to survive.

To me, I do need God to survive. I cannot imagine waking up without an ounce of faith in my soul. I need to believe that there is an almighty being that loves me unconditionally and will wash away my immorality, as the waves wash away my footprints. There have been times when I can no longer feel my faith and lately I have felt it seethe slowly from my pores. I have started to lose myself in social extremities and having that moment on the beach showed me just how displaced I have become.

I cannot explain the emotion that overcame every vesicle in my body that night. As fast as I could feel the affect weighing my heart down, my knees hit the wet sand without contention. My body was no longer my own in that moment; his love was omnipresent. Every doubt befell and all I could know was his amour. The sin, the hate, and the deception were eradicated but his existence resonates.