I sat on the cool metal railing of the 13th street boardwalk looking out over what used to be a vast land of sand. I close my eyes and inhale the salty air as the wind gives my cheeks a pink hue you can’t find in a makeup pallet. With my eyes still closed I imagine the beach that lay before me in all of it’s splendor. Rows upon rows of brightly colored umbrellas are lined up, offering a shady retreat from the hot summer sun, though no one really takes it. Kids are running through the maze of beach blankets, careful not to kick up sand at the sun worshippers who are hoping to get a good base tan going. I can almost smell the familiar scent of sweat, salt, and Coppertone when I am abruptly brought back to reality by an unpleasant sound. Two seagulls were fighting over a stolen slice of pizza from a Manco and Manco customer. I looked out at what was left of the beach. It seems like every year the beaches in New Jersey are being restored, but it was especially dire this year. Hurricane Sandy tore through the loved town only five months ago destroying everything in her path. Now the beaches were eroded and unrecognizable, waiting to be restored and then filled with laughter once again.
Restoration often follows tragedies. We restore beaches after storms, houses after fires, even the economy after collapse. At this moment we are all waiting for the world to open back up and for life as we know it to be restored.
All of the tangible ways to restore brokenness can’t touch the unrest in our souls. This is the place we are to invite our Father into. The dark and sinful parts of us that we try to restore on our own by purchasing all of the self help books and hiding behind the latest filters. This is where we need Jesus the most and where true restoration can happen.Christina Zambrano-The Joyful Ginger Blogs
There is nothing in our hearts and lives that our Father doesn’t already know so why do we try to keep the most important things from Him?