Walking to the ocean, whipped by the wind and salt and mist.  The closer you get, the more you feel the resistance and push of the wind.  Crossing the top of the dune, you see the angry but beautiful waves.  Covered with sea foam and white caps, with no discernable rhythm to the waves.  Only sheer noise and crashing and power.  God’s power.  You hear Him again, telling you that He is in control, even of a seemingly uncontrollable ocean.  You breathe deeply, the way you’re only able to at the ocean.  The wind almost takes that breath away, but then you feel it.  Relief and peace and clarity.  This world is a gift from the One who loves you, but yet there is so much more than what you can see.  He has made more, and you will be there with Him one day, and that deep breath will go on and on and on.  Slainte, Lisa