No More Sound Machines

by DanWolgemuth on February 14, 2011

As Mary and I have traveled more and more, we’ve discovered that having a “sound machine” at our side when we’re in an unfamiliar environment can help dramatically in our sleep pattern. The little machine that we have has multiple sound options and the one that we most often utilize creates a sound pattern that sounds like an ocean. The rush and power of the moving water floods our eyelids and we quickly and soundly drift off.

We are once again on the road… this time in Florida with a wide variety of appointments over the next seven days. The first three nights have been provided for us by a generous and faithful friend. We’re on a white sand beach with an expansive view of the Gulf. It’s breathtaking.

In addition to the awesome beauty and endless sea, we have crashing waves. Real waves. No mechanical repetition. No acoustic replica… but the real thing.

Our little white sound machine will stay in the suitcase for the next three nights. It’s a poor opening act for the star of the show.

And as the waves crash… burdens lift…

The Creator; awesome in power and might flexs a fraction of His celestial muscle. I catch a glimpse of what He is capable of and I feel small and significant at the same time. He is limitless and loving. He is cosmic and personal.

Yes, the sound machine will stay in the suitcase until we visit the next LaQuinta. Until then we will revel and reflect and renew… with the noise of the Almighty.

“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.”  ~ 1 Corinthians 13:12 (ESV)

Now in part…

But someday…

And this week… Beverly Brightly, LaRita Boren and Mike Devrou have all stepped on shore… the real shore… forever. No more sound machines. Welcome home.

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