What better time to go to the ocean than the summer? I miss living near the ocean. I lived in California for three and a half years, and if I ever wanted to just sit and be calm, I could be at the ocean within half an hour. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore was so tranquil. The seagulls would cry overhead, and the salt water would sometimes fizz and spray into the air so that I could smell it. I just had to take off my shoes and walk barefoot on the wet sand, rolling up my jeans and getting my feet wet with foam.
Now that I have children, it is still peaceful. The children content themselves with exploring the shoreline, finding shells, driftwood, and seaweed. They dig a hole until they find water. They build forts and sand castles. And the most lovely thing about it all is the sound of those waves crashing against the shore, reminding me of the mighty power of God!
I was born and raised in the deep south in Valdosta, Georgia, which is almost to the Florida line. Every summer our family would go to Florida to the beach. It’s some of my best memories growing up. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the ocean. It is so beautiful and peaceful. I love seeing and hearing the waves, smelling the salt, feeling the sun on my face with a breeze. I live in Missouri now and rarely get to go to the ocean. I’m praying for God to provide for me to go this year (still) somehow. Our daughter Leah saw it for the first time a couple years ago when I was a flight attendant a short while and flew her to Orlando. She loved it, too. I wish we lived closer to the beach. I have friends who live near it and hardly ever go, which is incredible to me. It’s like people with horses who hardly ever ride them, LOL. It never ceases to amaze me when I look at the ocean how incredible God the Creator is.
I agree with you. Back when I lived in California, I went to the beach all the time, even for just 10 minutes. I can’t understand people who live near the beach and never go! The horse analogy is a good one!