Cleveleys sands are a bit of a mystery to me. Some parts, when the tide has gone out, are full of those typical tough ridges you expect on postcard pictures. Others are perfectly smooth. Then there are those bits that look smooth, and that smoothness is like a thin shell above really soft sand that you sink in to. Then there’s those really slimy muddy bits.
The sea comes in, churning the sand, then off it goes again, and leaves the same patches of different sand in the same places. Why? Why is is not blended to be the same?
I’d love to go on a guided walk of Cleveleys sands, untertaken by somebody who can give a little insight in to how this sand topography works. For now, I will continue to enjoy the mystery, knowing that there are answers, even if they are beyond our knowledge for now.
Next Saturday the Cleveleys Healing on the Streets team make their first return, with chairs, banner and prayer. People will come, unsuspectantly, and be prayed for and healed. It will not explain why others who have been prayed for have not been healed, or why suffering occurs. But it will allow God’s love and kingdom to break through in one place. A stream of living water.
That’s how the grand canyon started, apparently…