Maine

“Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee” (Psalm 119:11). This verse inspires me this morning from where I am on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic. Below me, “breakers dash against the rocks with turbulence and din” (MPToews). I hear the soft ding dong of warning bells near the shore. Small craft glide on the waves in front of me, and the Portland Head Light stands tall and enduring. The sweet scent of wildflowers washes over me as the sun breaks through the clouds, beaming a pool of light on the ocean.

I am gifted this moment alone with God early this morning as Laurence and I begin a day in Portland, Maine, a place we’ve never been before. The rugged shore here is much different than the one we know of in Rockaway, Queens.

I will return now to the tiny studio Airbnb where we are staying. We’ll have breakfast there before taking a trolley tour and eating clam chowder. (How many bowls of clam chowder have we eaten!?)

“Thou shalt write them upon the posts of thy house, and on thy gates” (Deuteronomy 6:9). And so I write these words for you. May your day begin with God. The place where He meets us is always beautiful. Love, Berniece