A Reflection of my trip up the Big Sur Coastline:
There seems to be a sort of magic here, the kind that keeps your car on the
road when your eyes are out to sea. The kind of magic that grows an
entire field of wild flowers alongside a deserted beach. The kind of
magic that makes every tree smell ever so sweet and brings divine peace to you
and me. A magic that belongs only in the heavens where the Creator sits
on His throne and paints a beautiful sunset for us down below. A
magic that sweeps through each tree, dancing with all its leaves and gently
kisses our bare feet. A magic that is so present that one cannot simply
call it magic anymore for its name is Love. And it's only this love that
can bring a smile to your face even when poison oak has made its home on your
once barren skin. A love that lifts you up into the air and allows you to
soar there with all the birds. A love that makes you dream and plants
tender seeds in the hearts of you and me.
Don't be mistaken by this love I speak of, for it comes only from above and
it's God’s love that magnifies all love and draws us closer to His Perfect
love.
