Journal at Coin du Banc, Québec

On the beach this morning, I feel that God has this to say to me: This beach, and perhaps the entire Gaspé coastline, is not highly valued in the eyes of the world. I created it a long beach, both sandy & stony, but placed in a remote corner of my world where only a relative few ever come and then only for two months of the year. The water is too cold for swimming but it is the perfect beach where I can draw your thoughts to me. I want you to feel alone here because I have placed a sense of my presence in your spirit so that as soon as you are alone you will at that moment know that I am there. I can speak to you so easily at this beach.

You know my word says that my thoughts toward you are more than the grains of sand. Be assured, I am great enough to pay attention to you in this way. Don't even try to contemplate what this means. My thoughts toward you are so many that you can't even come close to grasping what this means.

Today I want to say to you, Ted, that if I can create an incredible seven-mile long beach that is little celebrated in the world's eyes (as the world judges beaches) and then use it to draw the thoughts of only a few to myself, will I not in the same way use you and would you not be called my commended workman just in being like that beach? Exodus 35: 30, 31 says that I chose Bezalel and filled him with my spirit so that he was skilled in all kinds of crafts and art. Don't look for another's calling. I've called you to be like Bezalel and like this beach.