It was one of those mornings: by 9 am, I’d already swept the floor three times, and was beginning to wonder why we even bother attempting to keep the house clean of Cheerios debris. Perhaps I’d woken up just a little bit tired, or maybe my toddler had just woken up extra overly zealous for the day ahead. Regardless, my patience seemed minimal at best. Can’t Mama rest for just a few minutes? I mused aloud. Staring at the unopened book in front of me, I lamented the singular cup of coffee still in my hands, already drained. I wished for a second. The babysitter would soon arrive, but even that wasn’t for a glamorous day of hanging out with girlfriends or hunkering down to write: instead, a trip to the dentist climaxed the height of my morning activities.
But sometimes, especially on a day like this, you find that the dentist is exactly where you’re supposed to be. Because sometimes dentists plant their practices mere feet from ocean’s edge.
Arriving early, I pulled up to the rocky beach, a rusted old barrier between water’s expanse and my car our only separation. And then, because it’s the way The Great Creator operates, he made himself known – or perhaps, my eyes were finally opened to his Beauty around me. Windows down, my ears pounded with cacophonous echo of crashing waves. The salty air licked my tongue, my nostrils, my cheeks; I breathed in peace, I breathed out joy. I scanned the horizon: a man balancing on precipitous cliffs, one leg up in the air in front of him, other arm behind him. A dog running after its ball. A mama pushing a pink-blanketed baby in the jogging stroller. The green-blue expanse of water and the crashing, distracted waves overwhelm me in the best way possible.
And it makes me remember his good for my life.
Because how can I not give thanks to the Lord, who in his enduring, repetitious love gave me the gift of this morning? Psalm 118, a psalm of praise, utters the repeating phrase, “His love endures forever…” No matter the situation, he is with me, for he is my helper, he is the one I trust. I lean into My Refuge, for he – again and again and again – has become my salvation. I return to joy. Although I sit alone right now, I imagine the festal procession, the parade with all the saints and sinners, with all who gather under the name of the Lord: You are my God, and I will praise you; you are my God, and I will exalt you.
We shout together.
We give him thanks.
We declare his name.
For he is good, and his love does endure forever, even if it takes me a morning of Cheerios and the dentist chair to remember it.
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