What comes to mind when you think of beaches? Vast expanses of water.. Or perhaps the Bette Midler movie? For me it means peace and beauty. I love the water and always have, but there has always been something extra when it comes to the ocean.
I was born in San Diego, California. Home to over nineteen different beaches and every scenic view you can imagine. In particular though I loved the cliffs. I can’t count how many times I was able to regain a positive frame of mind as I watched the waves crash into the rocks. As seagulls spoke to each other in their sharp language. Seeing men try to out do each other on their surfboards and the women admiring from the shoreline in the latest bikini styles.
No matter how big your problems seemed to be at the time, it was always refreshing. One of God’s greatest gifts to us is water, and how can you deny the majesty and grandeur of the ocean? I try to enjoy lakes, rivers and the like, but I’m left unfulfilled. To look out and see the never ending horizon and the suns light hitting the water and causing it to sparkle like a bed of diamonds. It’s a humbling feeling in a way, but at the same time you feel a sense of magic. How can life seem so sad when presented with such beauty?
I haven’t been able to see a beach in almost eight years, but a part of my heart and soul has never left those sandy shores. Someday I will rejoice when I smell that salty air again and know that I am back home.
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