My retreat took place in Cape May, New Jersey, the very tip, a tiny peninsula, where the Atlantic Ocean meets the Delaware Bay. I had a bare little room with a desk and a rocking chair, God, the sea and the sky!
My walk each day was on the beach or in the wetlands state park under the lighthouse. The sand near the sea is firm and cool, fostering long walks down the beach with nothing but Jesus on the horizon and salty splashes at my feet. On a dock in the reeds, I rested with water fowl softly whistling and peeping in charming huddles. I wandered along quiet boardwalks, my legs and eyes kissed with throngs of white hibiscus and into sunsets and sunrises, arm and arm with the One who paints them.
Our intimate conversations on the beach were punctuated with gifts, too many to count. With Jesus at my side, each shell in the surf is to treasure, every breeze a fragrant reminder of my companion. Oh, unending pleasure to be free to walk with Him every moment of every day! No dinner to cook, no calls to take. Just me and Jesus. Heaven.
When God is my sole focus, my life doesn’t narrow, it fills wide and deep with joy, devotion and profound peace. Unceasingly He tells me of His love for me and how much He loves our walks. It is His great desire to walk with you, and tell you of His great love.
He brought me out into a broad place; he rescued me, because He delighted in me. Psalm 18:19
Meeting God at the Park 