A beach vacation is hardly first on my list of destinations, but at the request of friends, we decided to take the plunge, so to speak, and take a joint family vacation with another family.
It was wonderful in ways I’m still trying to understand, myself.
And it was enriching to my spiritual life, even though the only time we set foot in a church was to admire the stained glass in the Catholic church on the square.
Because standing on the shore of the ocean, I can feel God and sense His presence.
Deep calls to deep, the psalmist says, and I don’t understand it but that’s what I feel when I look out on the forever-and-ever stretch of water before me.
It calls to me. And I want to dive in, splash, and be swept away by something bigger than me.
I look at the ocean, and I see God.
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