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A Day on the Beach With Jesus

Poetry is one of Lori's favorite ways to share memories, to express feelings, and share what inspires her, so others might be inspired.

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The Glory of God in Nature

Spending time in nature has a way of putting us into intimate fellowship with God. Though the earth and all that is in it has been tarnished by man, there still remains so much beauty, painted by the hand of God. I live just a few miles north of Penrose Point, a state park quietly nestled in Mayo Cove of the Puget Sound. It hosts a variety of trails available for hiking. One such trail is skirted by magnificent, tall cedar and fir trees. When I walk it I feel so small and God's majesty overwhelms me. Every inch of the park is breathtaking.

I love the serenity of a deep blue lake surrounded by woods. It is cool under a shady tree while I watch small ripples on the water's surface. And when it's smooth as glass the silence is profound.

I find the mountains exhilarating with its invigorating fresh cold air. The sun shining through the gold translucent leaves of a mountain Aspen has rendered me speechless. The first time I saw such a spectacle a sense of awe fell over me. I thought at that moment that I'd never seen anything so rapturous.

And then there's the ocean. I grew up mostly in southern California and in my teens, I and my friends went to Huntington Beach throughout the summer. We sunbathed, body surfed and ate greasy nachos and cheese, and burritos from the snack shack. And confession time - we enjoyed the view of the cute lifeguards. I never found this beach particularly beautiful due to the crowds who left the remains of their picnics in the sand because the trash cans were always spilling over. There was an uncleanness about the sand when I compare it to the beaches here in western Washington. But the ocean itself was beautiful, and one can never tire of the sound of waves crashing and the gush of white water surging the shoreline. There are some beautiful beaches in southern California, but the farther north you go up the coastline the more splendid the beaches.

The ocean beaches along the Oregon, Washington coast possess a raw splendor. The skies are moody and ever-changing. Nothing is more stunning to me as when a dark brooding storm front moves in. The chilling wind whips up, the waves roar with fury, the sea is tumultuous but no less gorgeous than when it is blue in the sun. To watch a vigorous rain out the window of a beachside condo is somehow comforting. Storms sometimes move through quickly; no more than a transient squall. Other times it lasts hours or even days. In all it's vagaries, I find it unmatched from the beaches I grew up around, and I have the knowledge of God's power and inexplicable presence. Below is a poem about this communion with God on a day at the beach.

I couldn't help sharing the beauty of Aspen trees in the sunlight.

I couldn't help sharing the beauty of Aspen trees in the sunlight.

A Day on the Beach With Jesus

I sat on a sand dune

one balmy summer day.

Wiggling toes in the sand,

I set my heart to pray


The breeze rippled through my hair

Soft as a gentle breath.

Clouds danced in the sunlight

And I felt so very blessed.

I sat on a sand dune one balmy summer day.

I sat on a sand dune one balmy summer day.

The gulls soared overhead

Keening above the beach,

While I sat with my King

And listened to Him teach.


The roaring surf pounded

Rhythmically on the shore.

Lyrics of the Spirit,

Songs of joy galore.

The roaring surf pounded rhythmically on the shore.

The roaring surf pounded rhythmically on the shore.

At once a tempest came

Like the storms of my past;

When my faith had failed me

And I’d trembled all aghast.


Thunder bellowed threatening,

Lightning bolted with rage.

I took hold of His hand,

His power same, age to age.

At once a tempest came like the storms of my past.

At once a tempest came like the storms of my past.

Touching Him that moment,

His faithfulness I knew.

And I saw His glory,

At His word, the storm withdrew.


With renewed trust, I smiled,

Calm weather now restored.

Stars of light shimmering,

The ocean all adorned.

Stars of light shimmering, the ocean all adorned.

Stars of light shimmering, the ocean all adorned.

On the beach with Jesus

that particular day,

etched in my memory

where sacred it will stay.

© 2018 Lori Colbo

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