The Pacific Ocean is vastly different from the Gulf waters where we like to rent a beach house south of Galveston. Despite being named "peaceful," it does not beckon to people with calm warm waves. Instead, I practically hear it saying stay back! I'm angry and cold. If you try to wade into me I'm going to knock you down!
I could stand and watch the ocean waves forever. I'm not exaggerating much...just provide some food and a port-o-potty and I'd stay an entire day. The endless crashing of the waters, the rolling waves in the distance and closer...it all draws me into a state of meditative bliss. It was a given that we'd head over to the coast, a brief hour and a half drive through a pretty forest, at some point on our trip.
I thought I was at a safe distance, but those waves are tricky! I felt like a child when I suddenly realized a larger wave had crashed and I was about to get drenched! Cody was snapping pictures of me and laughing...
I was laughing, too. I couldn't believe I had soaked my jeans up to my shins. They were still damp many hours later.
I love the moment when a wave first starts to curl over on itself.
And I love the splash as it hits the beach.
I love the foam and bubbles.
I love the ocean. It's so...big. I'm in awe of its power, and the power of the One who created it. I'm humbled by my smallness. I'm thankful for beauty.