…your old men will dream dreams… Joel 2:28
I sat there staring at the sky, trying to wrap my head around it. It was definitely blue, brilliant and stunning, but a blue unlike any I had ever seen before.
And the water—well, that was a whole other story. From my vantage point atop the cliff it could have been a sheet of glass stretching to the horizon; crystal clear, a little deeper blue than the sky. Sort of. Or maybe it was just reflecting the sky.
The people who name paint colors would have had a field day with what I was seeing.
Whatever the hue, it took my breath away. When I finally breathed in again, I caught the faintest scent of… something beautiful… like…
I chuckled. “I give up,” I muttered to myself. What I was seeing was vaguely familiar, but I wasn’t prepared for how intense it was. It wasn’t disconcerting—nothing had ever felt so concerting.
So I sat there—peaceful, content, oblivious to time—waiting for Him. He would come; He was why I was there. That much I knew.