With signs promising an ocean view, we walked through the pedestrian walkway under US 1 along the coast of California, just south of Big Sur.
We weren’t disappointed.
A short walk further,
then this . . .
the breath-taking, make-you-want-to-cry beauty of McWay Falls
inaccessible except by kayak.
Even now, 12 years later I remember
the catch in my breath
the beautiful ache in my heart.
I couldn’t stop looking at it.
“Refuge” is what I saw and I knew that day, this would be my image of a place of refuge.
I had no way of knowing in eleven days I would be desperately in need of a refuge. That was when word came my brother Gordon, had died after being lost in the Montana wilderness mountains for 36 hours, found too late to reverse the effects of hypoglycemia.
During the overwhelming grief that followed, the refuge of God’s love and others looked a lot like McWay Falls. It continues today for bittersweet times when I remember, like today on my brother’s birthday how God gave a little girl a baby brother in answer to her earnest prayers so many years ago. That little girl grew up and knows God doesn’t always give us what we ask for, but he did then and I am forever grateful.
Psalm 62:5-8 Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; He is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge. (Other birthday posts: HERE and HERE)