Rebooted

On Saturday to relax, relate and recharge, I went to Galveston to the beach. I wanted to the sun rise over the ocean, but unfortunately, I went to West Beach instead of East beach(a mental note for the next time). So instead of watching the sun rise over the glorious Gulf of Mexico, I watched as the day progressed from night to morning (sun up). I arrived early because I wanted to sit outside and watch the sun rise. But since there was not sun to watch at West Beach, I waited for first light. I walked up and down the sidewalk next to the beach trying to catch a glimpse of the white crests of waves that I could hear crashing upon the sandy shore. When it was light enough for me to go down to the beach area,
I hesitated. There was no one on my side of the beach and I feared that there was something going on that I did not know anything about. So I walked near the seawall and slowly crept closer to the water. Finally I could not hold back any longer and I took off my flip flops and nervously stood a few inches from where the water had last descended. I waited and then a big wave (like 2 inches okay, but big to me) came up and the warm Gulf of Mexico surrounded my ankles and lower calves. The water was surprisingly warm and inviting. So I went in
deeper, being mindful to be aware of drop offs--don't want to drown so early in the morning. In some places the sand was soft and silty and other places it was hard and unforgiving due to the large amount of shell debris.

I stood in the water wondering at the greatness of God and how small everything is compared to the things that He can do and the miracles that we experience everyday, but fail to acknowledge. So during that great moment I took a picture with my camera phone and sent it to a few friends to let them know that the Texas coastline is magnificent this time of year. I moved over to the rock pier area and sat down on the large rocks near the shoreline. I let my feet dangle in the water and even ventured into the water up to my mid thigh area. It was fantastic! I never felt more alive than that moment! I sat there in the warm breeze of the morning whipping across my body and the warm water of the Gulf lapping at my legs
in amazement at the wonders of nature. It was all breathtakingly beautiful.

Nothing else matter or even compared to the greatness that I felt during that time. It put some things in perspective for me. While my week may be the worst week ever in my mind, the world around me continues to spit out beauty; I just have to take the time to see it. Nothing is impossible when you believe in something higher than yourself and make an effort to make a commitment to do the right thing. As I look at the photos that I took of that day, I am reminded each time to continue on the path that was chosen for me and not become overly discouraged by disappointments. So I keep on moving....