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Topic: Beach (07/04/05)
7/5/05
Topic: Beach


There are certain times in a child’s life that implant a memory or two. They are usually their “firsts”. Their first birthday, their first ride on a bike, their first roller coaster and of course the first time that they see water so big and so unexplainable to all, the ocean, the beach! Wow, what an awesome world we live in. My first question when I saw the beach was how did God make this so flat and not have it fall off? Of course my parents did not have an answer for this any many more of life’s important questions. All I ever heard was that God could make and do anything.

Okay, that answers that, I guess. I remember stepping into the ocean and the water was so cold, my every nerve was electrified, it wasn’t long before I too was enamored and fully clothed in the water splashing around with my brother. From that moment on I knew that is where I would find my peace.

Now when I walk to the beach and touch my toe in the water, I think of my son, who lives in Hawaii and I in California, wondering if he also is touching his toe on his side of the water. A connection we have, many miles of beach lay between us. It brings tears to my eyes as I write this, missing him so.

The Lord tells us in Psalm 89.9 that He rules the raging of the sea; when its waves arise, He stills them. A wave of tears and sorrow flow over me like the waves on the beach, taking a little more of the sand out to sea with each one. As each tear is dissolved in the Lords hand each wave is replaced by another.

I pray for my son daily though we are miles apart, the only connection we have is the ocean that lies between us. My walking on the beach doesn’t bring him closer, but I know miles away he too walks along the beach and touches the water with his toe, knowing his mama loves him and prays for him.
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Deborah Bauers
07/12/05
I can feel, with you, the sadness that you feel that you are so far away from your son. May I suggest that you try developing this piece around that theme, and perhaps delete, your early comments about your memories as a child?
Nina Phillips
07/12/05
I believe the answer is on the horizons, if you get my drift. I agree with Deborah about the first paragraph. Your writing however is wonderful. God bless, littlelight
Phyllis Inniss 
07/12/05
The beach makes the memory of your son more poignant and the ocean that separates you from him is almost heartbreaking. Trust in the Lord; He makes things happen and your pain would be less severe.
Shari Armstrong 
07/12/05
I nice portrait of a wonderful family. Thanks for sharing it.
Christine Sparrow
07/13/05
Don't miss him at the beach, touch him. You know how to do that. Missing him creates a sadness, touching him is much better, and remember, an aching heart is one that God understands oh so fully.
Thank you for sharing.
dub W
07/14/05
As I live near the sea, I look out also and think about our relatives in Ireland. Thank you for this article.
Shannon Redmon
07/15/05
You spoke every mother's heart when there children are away. I've never thought of the beach like you portrayed it with the ocean separating loved ones. Nice entry!
Beth Muehlhausen
07/15/05
"...wondering if he also is touching his toe on his side of the water." This comment seems so full of longing. I also know what it is like to have children who live far from home; it is a difficult adjustment, for sure.