the flowing of sand

"But as for me, the nearness of God is my good." -Ps. 73:28

I get weary of being safe. It's too contained. There isn't any real room to breathe........ It always seems so enticing- this false security we box ourselves into. There isn't any real excitement in living that way.....why build up the walls so high that even you can't climb out to see what lies around you? Without the path blanketed in fog, you miss the mystery. Without entering the realm of what seems unsure, you can never be certain of what you think sure.
Walking with God never quite seems safe. Good, yes, but safe.....questionable. There's this deep voice yearning inside, and it lets me know that 'safe' isn't what I really long for. I long for something much larger, something that can't quite be held in my fist, something so beautiful I can't fully comprehend, nor the depths to which it stretches. If I could, I might burst into innumerable bits of brightness that reflected what is incomprehensible.
When I lived in Oregon, I used to take walks on the beach all the time. I loved how the wind whipped around my hair.... how the strong trees had grown bent according to it's rhythm, how it designed patterns in the sand. I used to stand out there and watch as the sand blew in rivulets around me. And every time I looked, I didn't see the streams of sand blowing. I saw God calling people to Himself. I saw them all treading their paths, walking wherever it lead, wherever they were guided. From the beginning of ages until the end, all of them walking out their journeys. And I was aware of how unalone I truly was. I saw the story flowing from the beginning, continuing in one endless thread of faithfulness. I saw the story of who we all are being sketched in the sand, and I heard the song of our story being blown on the wind. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, those rivers of sand.
I've been thinking about the nearness of God quite literally being our good. If all good flows from Him alone, it would only follow that His very nearness is our good, our only good, but our infinite good. I want to walk in those rivers of sand.... I want to journey outside the realm of 'safe' and into the realm of real, of beautiful. I want to know what it means to walk the same path that has been trodden down through the ages.........