I’m like a kid in a candy shop over here…if candy shops opened at 5 every morning. It was another early one for me, and I’m so thankful that I’ve decided to do this. We spend so much time constantly on the go during the day, always surrounded by one another, that this time has become my own moment of reflection.
I hopped out of bed and opened my curtains to such a spectacular view of mountains, bungalows, and turquoise blue sea. Storm clouds rolled around in the distance and, when I grabbed my camera to walk around the bungalows, it was evident that it had rained the night before. My barefoot steps met with puddles, splashing along the wooden planks. The sky was a juxtaposition of dark, looming clouds and splashes of the sunrise, little rays trying to escape the clouds’ oppression. This is a place of magnificence.
After strolling around the bungalows, I decided to enjoy the ocean one last time. I know that no one will ever see through the fact that I jumped right in. You’re right. I clung to the stairs for a few minutes until finally, I let go and floated into the surrounding ocean. The motu that we’re on is only about 3 feet deep, which caught me off guard last night. I can see straight through it this morning and I’m just blown away by the color and clarity of the water.
I’ve decided to write this as I’m drying off, sitting in one of the chaise lounges and staring out at the surrounding beauty. I’ve got my iTunes on shuffle and when Allison Crowe’s version of “Hallelujah” softly pours out through the speakers, my eyes begin to water. This is just the most incredible gift, being here, surrounded by this paradise. I can’t believe how far God has brought me and it shouldn’t take such an extreme setting to make me realize this, but I believe that I’m much more aware of my faith in a place like this. You just can’t look anywhere without seeing beauty.