Came back from Monterey, CA today. I don’t know how many times I’ve been up there for work. One year I was there almost every other month for various meetings. In the past I was stuck in a meeting room that only teased me with the view of the ocean, but this time I was able to walk on the beach during the breaks.
Ever since I was a child I loved going to the beach. I don’t know if it’s one of those things that I just like because it’s comfortable to me–having spent my early years on the beaches of San Diego or if I just like it because I just do. But anyhow, the ocean terrifies me and fascinates me at the same time. I’ve never been a strong swimmer. Plus, have you seen Soul Surfer? (By the way, better movie than I thought it would be.) And yet the vastness of it is draws me to be near it.
When I’m near the ocean I feel like I get a very, very, very small fraction of the depth of His love. It makes me feel small. It makes me admire His creativity and beauty. It reminds me that life is not about me.