Over spring break I took a day trip with two of my good
friends to Wilmington to spend the afternoon picnicking and relaxing on the
beach. I was reminded how much I love the beach. I guess I never really forgot
it, but remembering that you love somewhere and then actually being there to
love it are two different things. I love how it makes me feel small, reminds me
that there’s so much more to this world than the town I live in or my daily
schedule. That something bigger than myself has been making the waves roll
ceaselessly from the beginning of time, and that that same power holds me and
my life, and sustains me just like it sustains the sea. I love running my hands
and feet through the sand, shocked every time by the number of grains that
ripple over my fingers and toes. I love knowing that my God’s thoughts towards
me are more numerous than those grains of sand. I love knowing that the Creator
of that ocean created me. That that very beauty that He breathed into that sea
He breathed into me. The beach leaves me in awe of my God.
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