My soul craves the beach. The air. The light.
The rolling waves that drown out the noise in my head, the chaos of my thoughts, the rambling, constant to-do list that I can't stop adding to. It makes me free to wander, to take time to seek the small and humble gifts that are placed in my path. I feel small and unimportant in the best kind of way... for this hour, or two, I don't need to make a decision, or think about a single thing. And if I look down, and find I am soaked to the knees in salty surf, I laugh into the breeze.
Eric is the best finder-of-heart-shaped-treasure... but as I stroll and seek, I find three. Three. Camden asks why you would need three hearts, and starts rambling on about science and the havoc it would create. Again laughter tumbles from me... I don't need three hearts, but I love that God put three hearts in my path tonight. Yes, unimportant and loved beyond measure, all at once.