At The Beach
“Being out there in the ocean - God’s Creation - it’s like a gift He has given us to enjoy.” -Bethany Hamilton
It’s always changing. Never the same. Sand shifts, waves swell high and low, storms come and go. Wind brings surf, the sun brings warmth.
The ocean rages and leaves treasure in its wake. Or destruction. Perhaps both. But the rocks stand strong, the sun still shines, and the beach is still the beach, if not smaller or larger than before. You can have faith, the ocean is the same magnificent wonder that has drawn gazes since the beginning.
I love the beach because I can’t help but be in love with its Creator when I look around. I can’t help myself as I breathe in fresh, salty air; it’s majestic. Too majestic for there not to be a great Artist behind the canvas.
Don’t even get me started on sunsets. Those beauties are ALSO never the same! Always a brand new picture, always glorious to behold. Oh, and the waves crashing as you gaze upon a setting star? Absolutely, utterly, indescribably magnificent.
But that’s not all! No, not even the beginning. Daytime is filled with joyous laughter in the shallows, floating in the deeper waves, and riding some in! Long hours of suntanning, sleeping, napping, reading, playing, dancing, eating, all sorts! Followed by some chilling aloe gel if you didn’t cover yourself enough. But regardless, memories are made and kept. Stored for later. Anticipation and excitement build up for the days ahead! Days like those.
The fact that a day at the beach, any beach, can feel so relaxing… and yet, as you set your head on your pillow, it feels as though you’ve worked hard. You have! You’ve played hard! And nothing soothes it better than a good night’s sleep.
For me, I worship my Father and Savior in Heaven by witnessing His creation all around us. I feel Him at the beach. In the ocean. Of course, most of the time I’m not conscious of it. But afterwards, I know. I know it’s His. I am His. His Daughter, His Princess!
For me, nothing is like the thrill of joy as I catch the momentum of a surging wave. There I stand, wobbly and confident, on a surfboard, cutting through the water. And a great big grin on my face. The world fades away, just me and the waves in harmony. This is, I will say, less graceful than I let on. But no one cares—I certainly don’t—because I live for that feeling! It is just that, a feeling. You can only improve by consistency. Only imagine when you’ve done it. And I love it.
The beach is a wonderful place to be. I hope people enjoy it and bask it in as much as I do.
Oh, and it’s a lot better with a book in your hand. Happy Reading!
Sincerely,
Your Bookish Beachcomber
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