Cozumel, Mexico, the most wild and remote beach on the island.
I stand there, just watching. Mesmerized. The deep azure sky meets an ocean of imponderable blue, a hue I've never known and could not have imagined. This water spills across a honey-white shore, and I am lost, caught up in the sound of the wave upon the rock. This view stretches forever, not another person in sight--in fact, a feeling overtakes me--that I am the only one among seven billion to occupy the planet, the only one who ever existed in all of time to see this beautiful place.
Outside of that moment, I am heartbroken, having come through a tragedy so painful and personal that I really don't know if I'll ever be OK. In spite of this, I long for release, for healing, for renewal--redemption. And so, as I look out across the sea, listless and broken, I am swept up in both melancholy and peace--a feeling that a God who could create such beauty could not let me languish in my own pain.
The healing begins.
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