“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”
“The smell of the salt air?” I asked.
“The beauty,” He answered.
I took a slow, deep breath.
“Now, breathe in your beauty,” He said.
“Breathe in your beauty,” He said again.
I laughed, “I’m fifty-eight, remember. Not much of that left.”
“Not that beauty,” He explained. “Your soul’s beauty.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“Sure you do. You did it the moment you were born and took your first breath,” He said. “Close your eyes and remember.” I closed my eyes. I took a slow, deep breath. Suddenly every cell in my body was filled with love.
I opened my eyes and saw the ocean stretching out endlessly to the horizon. Like the beauty God breathed into me the moment I was born, it seemed to go on forever and ever.