For as long as I can remember, I have loved the beach. When I was a teenager growing up in NYC I became part of a group whose families had small beach houses on the south shore of Long Island and I was always invited for overnights and weekends. I could never get enough of being there and always promised myself that someday I would live near the ocean. I loved to watch the sun rise and would spend hours walking close to the water and playing tag with the waves. It always seemed more important to me to enjoy that great gift of sea and salt air than to spend time being frivolous and flirty. Even though then  I didn’t have the depth of faith I have since developed I still knew and appreciated God’s gift of the sea. Many years later, He helped me fulfill that promise to myself of living near the ocean.

by JAM