The Man with the Dragon Tattoo.
I sit on the beach and discuss with God how moving onto the next thing is important.
He reminds me about the silence ….how it is also a time of preparation for the next thing.
A time where we can grow…so we won’t fear the next thing.
So we can handle it.
“I am not afraid…I can handle it.”
silence….a thought filled pause.
I prattle on like a child at the breakfast table.
Asking about this and that…
Covering this situation.
Praising for so many guided words.
Words not my own, but given.
Laying learning down at His feet..everyday.
Satisfied I get up from my sandy seat.
Having glanced at a washed-ashore tree stump down the beach…I wonder why no others are inspecting it.
I head left to find out.
Of course…
why would a tree stump wash ashore?
Why would no one gather around it?
I close in and realize…
that
is
no
tree stump.
Oh…
this is why no one stopped.
They walked past him on both sides.
No one stopped.
They all acted like he wasn’t clutching the sand
Like he wasn’t embedding his head deep in the sand.
Obvious he plowed down low, pushing the sand ahead.
Like he wasn’t there.
Like they couldn’t see him?
The footprints all around .
Proof no one could handle it.
No one was ready for this on their morning stroll.
The shadow of a kite briefly covers him…yet another example of people nearby.
I scowl and walk by him..inspecting him.
He doesn’t scare me.
I have seen his kind before. I have seen his tattood broken kind before.
I am not afraid.
The footprints flanking him tell me ,I am the only one who isn’t afraid….who can handle this.
Who will talk over the dragon whispering close in his ear….
deep breath in….
“Hey buddy…you okay?
Buddy?…..are you all right?…..”
A Seed Inspired 
Well was he?
ya know…I think he will be okay.
just going through whatever he was going through.
I just didn’t want him to think the whole world would walk past him.
T
isn’t it like God…sweet time of fellowship…feeling His presence and then…will we carry Him with us…share what He gives? T…you said yes…yes to bless.
Blessings~
luckily (??) a childhood of seeing his kind makes him a LOT less intimidating to me then maybe the other people.
It really came down to the fact that I knew most people would be freaked out and I was probably the only one who wouldnt be.
at least he knew not every single person would ignore him.
T
glad to read kel’s comment , i really wanted to know what he said. the pics of the swimming with dolphins are so amazing.. no one has ever captured the beach like you have T.. the words , stories ,prayers, and pics must be inspired right from the throne room. wow
Thank you.
I seek and I do find every single day.
I just hope I can lay it down on the screen so it’s not lost in translation.
T
probably one of my favorite posts you’ve written so far. way to be His hands and His feet…and His voice.
I am so glad you liked it.
I really didn’t know how people would take it.
T