I love standing on the sands of New Smyrna Beach and watching the waves come in. I enjoy watching and hearing the crashing big waves of high tide and delight in body-surfing until my lungs run out of air. My favorite time at the beach is when low tide is in the late afternoon, and I can sit on my beach chair with the smaller waves lapping over my feet. At low tide, from my chair, I gaze eastward and wonder what is between me and the next spot of dry land. And I think about how the earth is two-thirds water, and yet God moved the water around to create dry land, and I happen to be living on one of those continents.
I love seeing the stars at night. On our Haiti mission trip, I was disappointed that it was a full moon, because the brightness kept me from seeing the canopy of stars, about which I had heard so much. The lights of town keep us from seeing all that is up there; when we lived in Hampton, VA, we could hardly ever see the stars. But when I gaze into the heavens and see the stars, I am reminded of just how big our God really is, that our God created everything.