I love the beach. I love the smell. I love the sounds. I love to watch the birds and pick up shells. We had a short time when we actually rented a house on the beach of the Coral Sea and it was wonderful. I sleep so well when we are at a beach house. There is just something that speaks to me in that environment.
Chris has planned the perfect getaway for my birthday this year. Yes. It involves a beach. We will be enjoying some time on Fripp Island in South Carolina and I can not hide my excitement about actually being at the beach enjoying the sand between my toes once again.
I doubt that I will ever live on a beach again but then I never thought I would live in Australia either so it could happen. With the beach life come a lot of things that are not so great. Some of the things that I remember the most about living on the beach was the endless cleaning…..sea spray is very harsh and I was always washing windows and swabbing the deck aka veranda. Then there was the rust—-even stuff inside the house showed signs of the sea after 6 months time.
The water washes up some marvelous gems on beaches and I love to find that perfect shell. I have quite a collection that I have collected over the years from all of the beaches that we have visited. Shells from the east coast, the west coast, beaches in Canada and the Bahamas—they all share one thing in common—they are all part of this great thing called an ecosystem. As I look at each treasured find I can not help to think that I am kind of like that seashell. The waves have tossed them around and taken them on a journey that they had really not planned. When I pick them up so many have been broken beyond recognition. The force of the water reshapes the shell and makes so many of them almost unrecognizable. Some are so smooth and almost soft to the touch.
Such is life, isn’t it?
We go through each day and continue on our journey and sometimes get sidetracked and blown off track. The experiences that we have sometimes crack us and leave us a little bit broken. My experiences have been similar. I have been tossed by waves that I was not sure I would come out of. I have felt the wind whipping through my planned out life –forcing an unplanned change of course . I have felt the pressure of this thing that we call life more times than I can count. Through it all I have maintained that it is my faith that has allowed me to come out of those waves and stand stronger on the other side. I am who I am today because of the things that I have lived through. I am a product of my ever changing environment.
My prayer is that as the storms of life come I can accept them gracefully and come out the other side like one of those shells that I have found on the beach—worn smooth by the battering of the waves and water and full of beauty. Each one is unique in how it has reacted to the water that has been its home and I, too, am unique as a child of God. May you embrace the uniqueness of you today as you journey on in this thing we call life.
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You are certainly a beach girl and perhaps appreciate it all the more because you don´t live on one. We live very near the beach and tend to take it for granted. But I still love it. xo
I love this post! It is so well written…can’t wait to show you the beach at Corolla!
Having just spent a week on the beaches of Jacksonville I understand your love of the sea. And you’re right, life is like the ocean, always moving and changing, sometimes swallowing us up, sometimes spitting us out.
I can’t think of a more fitting place for you to celebrate. Happy birthday, my friend!
I love this post. The topic of “storms of life” centers a blog post I just finished for Warner Press, a Christian publishing company in Indiana. I’m now blogging for W P twice a month, maybe more. Like you, my faith has gotten me through many storms in life. And so have friends like you.
We once went to Mexico with our immediate families, as we were leaving we were in line for customs to search our luggage, we kept smelling some underlying stench. The stench would hit us in brief waves, dark and sinister the stench was becoming cloying. My wife soon began to make gentle barbed remarks to the elderly man in front of us. The stench was beginning to get real bad. In line in front of him is our sister in law, time to search her baggage she threw it up on the line and customs opened it. Boom, wave after wave of sickly, wet, decomposing stench encompassed us all. It was coming from the suitcase. She had gone shell picking, and paid nary a mind to the living creatures inside the shells, they all died a grizzly death in her luggage and we got to smell it. Blurg. Sometimes beach treasures should stay at the beach. LOL
I can totally see and smell this happening. Yes, living creatures or decomposing ones need to stay at the beach. LOL
Happy Birthday! What a lovely gift you’ve been given and I don’t just mean the beach trip. Your post is full of beautiful words and you are gifted at writing as well. I’m with you – I do love being at the beach and don’t get to do it very often. And my heart resonates with your analogy of the seashell tossed and turned by the waves of life. I do hope you have a blessed time on your little getaway. <3
I may never live directly on the beach but I love being so close to it and able to stop for a walk when time allows or my soul needs some tending. It’s been a savior over the past few weeks…
I’m happy you enjoyed your birthday trip and loved having your toes in the sand. If I missed your birthday I’m sorry. But I wish you all the best, even if it’s belated. xoxo
Thanks, Susi. It is nice to be able to escape to the beach when possible for me. It just is my happy spot in so many ways. I am not sure why I am so drawn to it but I am and am always so happy to see the beach and water.
There’s an article floating around about why the beach is so good for you. I’ll have to find it and share it with you! I feel the same. It’s good for the soul!!!
Very nice post, Beth Ann. Timely, for me. 🙁
Thanks, Marci. Yes, very timely for you. I hope you are doing better with things.
I’m happy you are enjoying your birthday trip! Happy Birthday. Loved your thoughts on life on the beach. We’re so far from it, I never thought about the other realities
Thanks so much, It has been a fabulous birthday in so many ways. And yes–you are a little far from the beach where you are, aren’t you?