As I drove down the single lane, winding road, to our hotel in Palm Beach, I was struck by the huge mansions that hugged the sea-wall. “So this is how the rich and famous live,” I thought to myself, marginally envious of their daily view, as opposed to their lot in life. I learned long ago to count my blessings, without wanting to change places with anyone in this world.
I find that the ocean has a calming effect on my psyche. I find little pleasure in laying on the beach, in the sun, as the good Lord above has blessed me with a perfect tan. However, walking on the beach, looking aimlessly into the ocean’s vast expanse, and reflecting on its’ many mysteries creates a sense of humility and satisfaction. It’s something that never gets old.
The ocean has a way to make me feel small and insignificant in the major scheme of things. The frothing waves lapping the sand dunes hide a ferocity of natures potential fury. I marvel as Rohini gently helps a little fish, flapping for survival, make its way back into the water and I wonder about the thoughts of the man sitting on waters edge staring into a nothingness, as far as the eyes can see. I intend to spend more time at the beach, and enjoy it’s many gifts.
We are so small on God’s great earth – a humbling reality.
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