In the summer moon, a refreshing breeze filters into a romantic evening. Untying the dock lines, I push us off, as we drift out with the tide. I raise the sails and take the helm; listening to the bow breaking the waves from an approaching boat. A gentle spray catches in the wind and we are reminded that it’s still not summer.
Almost like being born again, our youthfulness is blessed as salt permeates the air. Like Christopher Columbus setting out to explore, we never see where God leads us. I, for one, don’t care as long as you are here beside me.
The moon’s glow glistens over the ocean while we sail off into its direction. Heaven knows where we are headed, as God leads us out of temptation. We share our dreams as land drifts further away. Marooned, millions of miles from Earth, we forget we are on the ocean. The stars are so close we can reach out and touch them; make a wish before they fall! The oceans now rest as gentle swells remind me more of Oklahoma. Our sails are luffing as the breeze settles over the sovereign seas; they, too, are waiting on the moon to shine.
I lean over and give you a kiss on your cheek. “Look”! A shooting star magically appears out of nowhere. God is blowing us a kiss as the breeze begins to stir again. A quarter moon is all we see – majestically tinted in a shade of amber. Tacking about, we must head back as reality waits on distant shores. How nice to enjoy a little slice of heaven as we watch the lights twinkle along the beach!
I thank our heavenly Father for our memorable night and the rolling hills of Oklahoma. It takes me back to the summer swells. We wander away, sailing in the moonlight; dreaming our life away; and praying God will watch over us. Praying, I only ask for His will to be done while we remain ever cognizant of giving God the helm.