Oh How I Love The Beach!
I grew up in a little place called Mace's Bay and there were things I didn't like about it, for example, a lot of my friends lived 30 minutes away, I could never do any after school activities, and as I got older I realized that everyone knew everyone else's business. But that isn't what I wanted to talk about. Living in the Bay meant that I lived close to a beach. Now growing up, I use to get into fights with my Mom and others. Unlike most teenages who run in their room and play their loud music when they are mad at their parents (I know I have done that a few times as well), I on the other hand would slam the front door and make my way to the beach. At the beach I would throw rocks at seagulls (never hitting them, well not very often anyway) but mostly I would think about what just happened and tried to make sense of it all and after a while I would just feel really calm inside.
I started going to the beach a lot, to sit and think and to talk to God. The beach became my place where I felt closest to God. So now when I am upset or feel really disconnected to God I like to go to the beach and just chill.
Well the other night I had a dream and the dream was this; (no this isn't going to turn into a foot prints poem)
The dream first took place in my bedroom (not my really one), where I was crying on my bed. And it wasn't like a tear tear cry but a sobbing cry. I remember it feeling like forever, but then heard a knock on my door and I said come in. Without warning I was now on the beach, New River Beach to be exact and I wasn't alone. I was walking hand in hand with God. We didn't talk or anything, we just walked down the beach and I felt so peaceful and it was nice.
So I went to the Bay this weekend and I went to New River Beach and walked the beach with my good old friend Andrea. It was nice. The pictures are from that walk on the beach. Well there ya go...
Where do you feel the closest to God?