Tuesday, November 21, 2017


My grandpa Chester died the year Walker and I got married (the week we got engaged, in fact-there's a story there). We had always gone to his farm in East Texas for the holidays, so that year while we were on our honeymoon, my mom and her sister got a beach house for Thanksgiving so it would be very different. My mom has kept this tradition up with our family every year.

We've gone to the same place for several years now. All of us look forward to it every year. Someone told me yesterday they had done some study about how the beach eases depression and lifts spirits - but I didn't need a study. I know this already.

There is something about the sun and the waves and the wind that physically, emotionally, and spiritually recalibrates our bodies and souls.

But more than that, looking at that giant ocean reminds me in no uncertain terms how very very small I am, and thus gives me incalculable comfort at how very, very big God is.

Perspective is a wonderful and necessary thing.

The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
Oh come, let us worship and bow down;
let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!

Psalm 95:5-6

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