Every time we come to the beach I remind myself, as we leave, that the beauty and bigness that reflect God’s glory are always there. Whether or not I am there to see it and try to take it all in, the beach remains.
A few years ago we broke from our normal routine and came to the beach in the fall rather than the summer. The beach is fabulous in the fall! It made us wonder what had taken us so long to come at that time of year. (And the answer to that question was…work. We had to work in the fall. And our children were in school in the fall as well.)
I am at the beach now as I write this. We haven’t come in the spring before. Since this is a separate season, of course there is a different feeling during this time. It is still recognizable, of course, but there are things that are not the same. And that is ok. This is spring at the beach (technically the end of winter…) and now we are aware of what that means.
The beach is still beautiful, but the water’s color (on the Emerald Coast) is a bit more dull. The welcome breeze of the summer is now the chilling wind of the spring. Flowers are not as prevalent – although there is pollen all around. We have seen evening and morning fog that is pervasive and indwelling – but what an interesting perspective it adds!
Above all, I am grateful to be at the beach. And now, seeing it in a different light, I know – and love – it even more.