Lexi—Alexia Evengeline Christensen, grew up loving to race waves, beach walk, and sand dance on the tan sandy shores that ring her Nantucket Island home. No, that’s not an error in the spelling of her middle name, Evengeline. ☺ It’s deliberate and full of meaning, a meaning she’ll learn about along with you as you read her story.
Lexi, gutsy, impulsive, loyal, impatient, and more, the main character in my newly released novel, The Stonekeepers, stepped out of my imagination and lives within the freshly printed pages of her story . . . between the edges of of a book cover.
Edges . . .♥
Early morning, in the sandy, sunny regions of my memories, I walk the length of a long stretch of quiet beach.
The sea air held within the breeze that ruffles my hair is pungent with the scent of salt and seaweed.
In shades of beige and tan, squishy, damp sand moves beneath my feet as I walk the water’s edge.
Never-ending waves toss and reach to warm their white froth on the hot sand., the cacophony of their constant hiss and splash push away my cares and stress . . .
and I let them go.
Time slows as I stop my sandy walk and turn to face the sky and sea, their edges a contrast of ice blue calm and blue-silver shimmer on the horizon.
Sunlight glistens on undulating, wind-roughened water that looks as if its been feathered with a dusting of snow.
And I wonder at how God keeps this great sea within the edges He firmly set so long ago.
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“When He strengthened the fountains of the deep, when He assigned to the sea its limit, so that the waters would not transgress His command, then I was beside Him as a master craftsman; And I was daily His delight, rejoicing always before Him, rejoicing in His inhabited world” says Wisdom in Proverbs 8:28b-31a
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We, too, are cradled within edges. We live and dance through a life full of choices, from a beginning toward an end that fades in the Light of the presence of the Christ—the Way, the Truth, and the Life—the supreme, life-changing choice.
A small rogue of a wave races toward me, daring me to run from it.
And I do. Backward. But not quickly enough.
I’m soaked from my knees down and give up in laughter, playing with the sea, racing with the receding water, losing to its speed. I pause, watching it dissolve into anonymity.
So unlike our Heavenly Father. He never changes, and promises never to leave or forsake us.
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Edges, boundaries and limits have their place, and I’m thankful for them all as I walk in the riskier places of this earthly journey. But I’m just as thankful for the freedom I have in God. I stretch and grow and learn and experience, testing edges, limits, and boundaries, knowing He has set them.
I am not the sea.
I am me.
A child of God and free . . .
in Him.
He alone holds our edges and they are eternal.
Only God is the Alpha and the Omega of all creation. Who knows what more beauty and loveliness and wonder He may allow us to discover.
♥ Go. Race a wave. Run just a little farther, love a little deeper, try a little harder, walk a little taller, and ask where He is working. Then join Him.
Love along side Him.
Love,
Sally
I’ve wandered through thoughts and words here. Ramble along with me in your comments.
EVERYONE HAS A STORY 