Kimberly Novosel (via observando)
I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
Mary Oliver, from the book A Thousand Mornings (via fishingboatproceeds)