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Vacationing at God's Resort

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My favorite vacation was the one I took for myself. Honestly, I don't believe I had ever experienced the three R's - rest, refreshment, and relaxation, until I set out on this particular journey.

What made my trip so special was my visit to an island by the name of Grace. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's a remote location tucked far away from many inhabitants. The closest civilization is a rather notorious city by the name of Striving. Perhaps, you've visited there as well. (I personally don't care for all the clamor of the hectic pace). Every time I have gone there I would come home totally exhausted!

Soon after I arrived at Grace Island, I met up with a friendly tour guide whose name was Jehovah. He told me He was a local and could help me find my way around, just in case I should get lost.

Later on, I strolled along the shoreline and allowed the cool waves to splash around my bare feet. I wondered how I had allowed myself to become so busy doing good works. Somewhere along the line I had forgotten the one verse I learned as a baby Christian ... "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is a gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast." KJV

I realized that my belief of earning my way to heaven was like the enthusiastic young man who received his plumber's license and was visiting Niagara Falls. Observing it for a moment, he very confidently said, "I think I can fix this!" How grandiose is that thinking? We begin to believe that somehow God needs our help and His grace is no longer needed.

I broke away from my thoughts for a moment and laid my straw mat on the sand. I decided to enjoy the breath-taking purple and orange of the setting sun. Both the scenery and the lazy rhythm of the tide transfixed me. I heard in my spirit an almost forgotten quote by Thomas Merton. "A saint is not someone who is good, rather someone who knows the goodness of God."

Immediately, I felt my very foundation undergoing a violent shaking. The first structures to fall were the steel beams of self-reliance! Soon, I found myself at ground level in the middle of a heap of sand. How could this have happened to me? My emotions were reeling back and forth from devastation to elation. Abruptly, I heard the voice of Jehovah. I looked up and saw His huge hand reach down to help me up out of the sand. I heard Him say, "Come, there are many more sights you have yet to see."

The sky had now darkened as He held up a lantern. I, somewhat childlike, began to trail behind Him. Instinctively, I knew I could trust my tour guide. After all, He spoke fluent Grace and all I had to do was to gain a command of the language, and follow His footprints in the sand.

As He moved ahead, I noticed He slowly looked back at me. His tanned face creased into a half smile. I got the impression that I was not the first sojourner to lose my way. He turned back around. I faintly heard Him speaking while the gentle sea breeze delivered His Words to my ears, "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." KJV

I knew at that moment that I, more than likely, would become a native of this beautiful place called Grace. Who knows - maybe one day I'll go to work for Jehovah as an assistant tour guide.

Copyright © Missey Butler. Used by permission.

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Missey Butler is a freelance writer and contributor to CBN.com.

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